Tom: G#m
G#m
99 problems all gone in that one joint
F#
And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
G#m
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
F#
With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
G#m
Ragged with the contra, Phantom of the Opera
F#
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
G#m
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
F#
Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out
G#m
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
F#
I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do
G#m
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
F#
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
G#m
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
F#
Ya niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like
G#m
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
F#
I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
[Hook: RZA]
G#m
F#
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
G#m
F#
We could do this shit all night
G#m
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
F#
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
G#m
You know me, drugs out, front the telly
F#
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
G#m
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
F#
What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?
G#m
I'm at the deli, scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
F#
Screaming "Saddle up!," like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy
G#m
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
F#
The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
G#m
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
F#
Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor
G#m
I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us
F#
And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with
G#m
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
F#
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
[Earl Sweatshirt/RZA]
G#m
We could do this shit all night
