Prblms Cifras

[Intro]
Dm    Bb Am
Yeah, yeah
Dm        F
Yeah, yeah
Dm    Bb Am
Yeah, yeah
Dm     F
Alright
 
[Verse 1]
And she said
Dm
"You a god-damn lie"
Bb                  Am                    Dm
I ain't mean to say that shit girl I was god-damn high
Bb               Am                Dm
So we left the crib now we in the god-damn ride
Bb                   Am
She lookin' god-damn fine
             Dm
I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth
                           F
But she want the god-damn sky, uh
Dm
List of my problems
                     Bb                          Am
Got this one on my line that won't stop fucking callin'
              Dm
It's crazy I made her that way
                                     F
Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face
      Dm
Like why you do that?
                            Bb                          Am
Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space
            Dm
Why you do, why you do that?
                                                     F
Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing
             Dm
Why you do, why you do that?
                        Bb                      Am
I can't explain it but just know it working for me
                Dm
She text me "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"
                              Am
But how the fuck can you hate me?
                 Dm
When I ain't did shit, but be the real thang
                 Bb                     Am
She know I'm the real, that'll never change
                 Dm
I never been the one to try to explain
                                              F
While you catch them feels I'mma sip on this drank, it's easing my brain
 
[Hook]
Dm     Bb                                 Am                 Dm
I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)
                                                              Dm
Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit
Dm     Bb                                 Am                 Dm
I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)
                                                   F           Dm
Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit
Dm                              Bb                    Am
So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think
      Dm                                                            F
Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank
Dm                              Bb                    Am
So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think
      Dm                                                            F
Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank
 
[Verse 2]
Now I'm like
Dm
It's a goddamn shame
         Bb
We done crashed, we done burned
     Am           Dm
But baby you the god-damn blame
              F                           Dm
See I wanted love but you wanted god-damn fame
        Bb       Am
Every god-damn thang
           Dm
I wanted a bitch who was on the move
                         F
But you want to god-damn lay
    Dm
Uh, list of my problems
                    Bb                        Am
Got this one in my bed and she just wants to sleep
            Dm
Fucking up all of the sheets
                     Bb
She only wake up to eat
               Am
Do this shit every week
       Dm
Like, why you do that?
                        Bb                               Am
Crying you want to be great, but sleepin' until the next day
Dm
Why you do that?
                                                            F
Don't got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steak
             Dm
Why you do, why you do that?
                         Bb                         Am
She can't explain it but just know it working for her
                  Dm
She claiming she down on her luck but really she don't give a fuck
             F
And I cannot make this shit up
                  Dm
And I ain't did shit but be the real thang
                 Bb               Am
She know I'm the real, that'll never change
                Dm
I won't be the one to try to explain
                                               F
While you catch them feels I'mma sip on this drank, it's easing the pain
 
[Hook]
Dm     Bb                                 Am                 Dm
I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)
                                                              Dm
Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit
Dm     Bb                                 Am                 Dm
I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit)
                                                   F           Dm
Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit
Dm                              Bb                    Am
So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think
      Dm                                                            F
Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank
Dm                              Bb                    Am
So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think
      Dm                                                            F
Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank
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