Tom: Dm
C#min7 A#dim
If my hands ever touch those hands
D#m B7
What that mean? Am I clean?
C#min7 A#dim
If my fingers ever touch those hips
D#m B7
What that mean? Am I clean?
[Verse 1]
D#m B7
Are my moves... cool for you?
Em
I sing what I sing
D#m
I know what it do
B7
Are those jeans, so nice and blue?
Em D#m
You know how to groove, so I mess with you
[Chorus]
C#min7 A#dim
If those hands ever touch my hands
D#m B7
What that mean? Am I clean?
C#min7 A#dim
If those fingers ever touch my hips
D#m B7
What you mean?
C#min7 A#dim D#m B7
Mean, I mean...
[Interlude 1]
N.C.
(Okay alright fine, I’ll be honest. I’m frontin' a little bit cause....)
[Verse 2]
C#min7 A#dim
I feel like I’m fallin
D#m B7
It looks like I’m falling...in love
C#min7 A#dim
I seem to be trippin'
D#m B7
Like I’ve never fallen out of love
C#min7 A#dim D#m B7
[Interlude 2]
N.C.
It's crazy, bro
N.C.
You over here, falling in love and all that crap...shit
N.C.
(Yeah) You know?
N.C.
(Mmhmm) I'm just trying to figure out...like...how do I find that for myself, man, you know?
N.C.
I just...I can't seem to figure out those things that I need to focus on
N.C.
(Alright, it's easy, man, you're just looking for the wrong things) Honestly?
N.C.
(First, you just gotta start with the heart...)
[Outro]
F Bb Bb7
...the soul, the mind
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Je T’aime, it blooms, my love
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Gardenia
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Gardenia
Cmin7 F
Turn on, pull up, tune in, drop out
Bb Bb7
Drinking every ounce of yo mental I’m boutta cop out
Cmin7 F
Whole damn liter of love, she boutta max out
Bb Bb7
Pull up with a mission just cause we boutta
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Gardenia
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Gardenia
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Gardenia
Cmin7 F Bb Bb7
Gardenia
