Necks Too Red Cifra

Dm  C        G   Am
    neck too red
                Dm    C   G  Am
my neck's too   red   hmm
Dm      C      G          Am
they sa-id, my neck's too red
      Dm      C
yeah, they sa-id,
   G                Am
my dream was a dead end
     Dm                  C
they said people like me don't trend,
        G                Am
said my slang won't ever get aired
Dm      C
they sa-id
G Am              Dm
  my neck was too red
Dm  C        G   Am
    neck too red
                     Dm   C
boy, your neck's too red
   G          Am
my neck's too red
Dm                     C
my town ninety percent white,
 
blame God for my southern roots
G                              Am
thank him also cause i got the juice,
 
leavin' marks all on these music dudes
     Dm                 C
like burnouts do with a 302,
 
we them, we them, we them holler boys
G                            Am
tatted-up, missin' teeth and scars,
 
gang shit off the front, boy
Dm                C
grew up on a blow torch,
 
we didn't know no scott storch
G                        Am
all we knew was highland rim,
 
case of beer and some race cars
Dm                           C
alpha male with the straight bars,
 
dixie made me do it like I do
           G                             Am
and if you got a problem with my side of town,
 
just know we ain't finna budge for you
Dm      C      G          Am
they sa-id, my neck's too red
      Dm      C
yeah, they sa-id,
   G                Am
my dream was a dead end
     Dm                  C
they said people like me don't trend,
        G                Am
said my slang won't ever get aired
Dm      C
they sa-id
G Am              Dm
  my neck was too red
Dm C         G  Am
    neck too red
                     Dm  C
boy, your neck's too red
   G          Am
my neck's too red
          Dm
they gon' have to wait 'til i die,
C
i done made it up too high
          G
with this system, i won't comply,
Am
no rich folks can bribe me with rides
       Dm
i done bought 'em all,
              C
left 'em in a field,
 
shit my daily-driver is a rat rod
    G                       Am
the day i's born in music city
 
is the day that mainstream got outlawed
         Dm
give the devil death stares,
C
I ain't never scared
     G
roll with me or without me,
Am
either way, i'm still here
Dm              C
yeah, i'm still here,
 
goin' on like ten years
G
up-mother-motherfuckin'-church,
Am
615 'til i'm outta here
Dm      C      G          Am
they sa-id, my neck's too red
      Dm       C
yeah, they said,
   G                Am
my dream was a dead end
     Dm                  C
they said people like me don't trend,
        G                Am
said my slang won't ever get aired
Dm      C
they sa-id
G Am              Dm
  my neck was too red
Dm  C        G   Am
    neck too red
                     Dm  C
boy, your neck's too red
   G          Am
my neck's too red
 
 
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