YELAWOLF feat J MICHAEL PHILLIPS - I Swear, аккорды, текст, видео

Am .

Am Now I ain't afraid of dyin'

Am Y'all can meet me at the church

Am While all my family cryin'

Am They gon' put me in the dirt

G F E Am I'd rather die a soldier than a coward every time, I swear

Am (Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

Am She been hated by so many

Am Couldn't change her point of view

Am The smell of 1800 on her breath is her perfume

G F E Am She rides on pills and whiskey and tequila in her veins, I swear

Am (Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

Am I'm looted up on all this alcohol

Am I'm leaning sideways up against that far way wall

G I've been chasing neon lights,

F E Am but them lights ain't taking me nowhere, nowhere

Am Don't know if I'm alive or in a dream

Am Whether it's life or death or in between

G But I've braved the wicked morning,

F E barely waking down my sleeve

Am I'm there, I'm there

Am Now I ain't afraid of dyin'

Am Y'all can meet me at the church

Am While all my family cryin'

Am They gon' put me in the dirt

G F E Am I'd rather die a soldier than a coward every time, I swear

Am (Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

Am She been hated by so many

Am Couldn't change her point of view

Am The smell of 1800 on her breath is her perfume

G F E Am She rides on pills and whiskey and tequila in her veins, I swear

Am (Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

Am She was sippin' on some Jack Daniels

Am I told her, bitch, take it slow

Am She don't understand I'm a rock star for real

Am Bitch, I got whiskey by the boatload

G Matter of fact, I'm in the boat home

F E Am Floatin' down the river of drugs, paddlin' the cargo

Am I'm a boss, I got more shit than you could take

Am I got a yard full of cans, more than you can rake

Am Bring a big black trash bag for the mess

Am After the party, have a maid clean up all the rest

Am I'm a continuous vibe, need no sleep

Am Have your bare feet hangin' out an old Jeep

G You'll be wakin' up outside of the farm party

F E Am And I'll be gone like a dead body, yeah, shawty

Am I'll show you how a southern boy get gnarly

Am That's church, ooh, lolly, ooh, lolly

Am Now I ain't afraid of dyin'

Am Y'all can meet me at the church

Am While all my family cryin'

Am They gon' put me in the dirt

G F E Am I'd rather die a soldier than a coward every time, I swear

Am (Just keep them whiskey shots coming)

Am She been hated by so many

Am Couldn't change her point of view

Am The smell of 1800 on her breath is her perfume

G F E Am She rides on pills and whiskey and tequila in her veins, I swear

Am (Just keep them whiskey shots coming)