Key: C
Introduction: C#m A F#m B C#m A F#m B
C#m A F#m B
C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
A
I've been riding 85
F#m
I've been thinking way too much
B
And I'm way too gone to drive
C#m
I got anger in my chest
A
I got millions on my mind
F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
B
So I guess you weren't the vibe
C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
A
I've been riding 85
F#m
I've been thinking way too much
B
And I'm way too gone to drive
C#m
I got anger in my chest
A
I got millions on my mind
F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
B
So I guess you weren't the vibe
C#m
L-O-V-E on my right leg,
C#m
that's Gucci (know what I'm sayin'?)
A
L-O-V-E on my main ho,
A
that's pucci (get what I'm sayin'?)
F#m
Caught a lil' jetlag but I'm golden, damn
B
We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn
C#m
They deserve wammys, they imposters
A
I be rollin' with my project homies, it's a vibe
F#m
I just did some pills with the homie, it's a vibe
B
Bend her over, switch sides, it's a vibe
C#m
I come through with strippers and some shottas
A
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
F#m
I pull up in several different options
B
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
C#m
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make
A
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say
F#m
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up
B
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up
C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
A
I've been riding 85
F#m
I've been thinking way too much
B
And I'm way too gone to drive
C#m
I got anger in my chest
A
I got millions on my mind
F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
B
So I guess you weren't the vibe
C#m
I've been rollin' on the freeway
A
I've been riding 85
F#m
I've been thinking way too much
B
And I'm way too gone to drive
C#m
I got anger in my chest
A
I got millions on my mind
F#m
And you didn't fit the picture
B
So I guess you weren't the vibe
C#m
Pluto
C#m
Gotta dig what I'm sayin'
C#m
Chanel draped on me, baby
A
Gotta dig what I'm sayin'
A
she look like she's sponsored by Mercedes
F#m
Dig what I'm sayin'
F#m
this cree cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
B
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
C#m
I pop up bubbly in your memory
A
You should be glad
A
I'm showin' you sympathy (show you sympathy)
F#m
I gave you, took you up out the gutter (out the gutter)
B
Ever let you go,
B
you gon' suffer (you gon' suffer from it)
C#m
I come through with strippers and some shottas
A
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
F#m
I pull up in several different options
B
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
C#m
I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make
A
Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say
F#m
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up
B
I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up
B C#m A F#m
Yeah, L.O.V.E. on my right leg
F#m B
Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I'm sayin'?
C#m A
I feel like I should be giving up
F#m B
You can't leave this, it's too much
C#m A
But I'm tired of you leading me on, oh no
F#m B
I don't like where this shit is going
C#m A
You heart is stuck in all your apologies
F#m B
Gave you my all but you went off on me
C#m A
Keep your love, it doesn't feel the same
F#m B
I hope it hurts you when you're hearin' my name