Showing posts with label Post Malone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post Malone. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics Congratulations-Post Malone  with lyric

Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics Congratulations-Post Malone with lyric

Hook]
Amaj7 E
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Amaj7
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
E
I dreamed it all ever since I was young

They said I wouldn't be nothing
Amaj7
Now they always say congratulations
E
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
Amaj7
They ain't never had the dedication
E
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it

Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1]
Amaj7
They was never friendly, yeah

Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah
E
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah

But I know I had to have it, yeah
Amaj7
For the money, I'm a savage, yeah

I be itching like a addict, yeah
E
I'm surrounded 20 bad bitches, yeah

But they didn't know me last year, yeah
Amaj7
Everyone wanna act like they important

(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
E
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dog

(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Amaj7
Everyone counting on me, drop the ball

(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
E
Everything costing like I'm at the bottom, yeah, yeah
Amaj7
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
E
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Amaj7
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
E
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook]
Amaj7 E
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Amaj7
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
E
I dreamed it all ever since I was young

They said I wouldn't be nothing
Amaj7
Now they always say congratulations
E
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
Amaj7
They ain't never had the dedication
E
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it

Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2]
Amaj7
I was patient, yeah-oh
E
I was patient, ay-oh
Amaj7
Now I can scream that we made it
E
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say 'gratulations

Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
Amaj7
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby

I'm looking for someone to call, baby
E
But right now I got a situation

Nothing but old Ben-Ben Franklins
Amaj7
Big rings, champagne

My life is like a ball game
E
But instead I'm in the trap, though

Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Amaj7
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
E
Top floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Amaj7
Malone, I got a play on my phone, ay
E
You know what I'm on, ay

Huncho Houdini is gone, ay

[Hook]
Amaj7 E
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Amaj7
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
E
I dreamed it all ever since I was young

They said I wouldn't be nothing
Amaj7
Now they always say congratulations
E
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
Amaj7
They ain't never had the dedication
E
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it

Yeah, we made it.
Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics Rockstar-Post Malone  with lyric

Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics Rockstar-Post Malone with lyric

[Intro]
Am Em

[Verse]
Em
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Em
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Em
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
C
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
Em
She ask me light a fire like I'm on some
Ayy, act a fool on stage
C
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Em
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

[Pre-Chorus]
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
C
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
Em
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up from my pants
C
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend - Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Em
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Em
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[21 Savage-VERSE]

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
C
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
Em
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
C
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
Em
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
C
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Em
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
C
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
G Em
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Chorus]
Em
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Em
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Outro]
Em C Em C
Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics I Fall Apart Acoustic-Post Malone  with lyric

Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics I Fall Apart Acoustic-Post Malone with lyric

[Intro]
Am C F G
Oooh I fall apart
Am C F G
Oooh yeah, mmhmm

[Verse 1]
Am C F C G
She told me that I'm not enough, yeah
Am C F C G
And she left me with a broken heart, yeah
Am C F C G
She fooled me twice and it's all my fault, yeah
Am C F C G
She cut too deep, now she left me scarred, yeah
Am C F C G
Now there's too many thoughts goin' through my brain, yeah
Am C F C G
And now I'm takin' these shots like it's novacane, yeah

[Hook]
Am C
Oooh, I fall apart
F C G
Down to my core
Am C
Oooh, I fall apart
F C G
Down to my core
Am C
Oooh, didn't know it before
F C G
Surprised when you caught me off guard
Am C
All this damn jewelry I bought
F C G
You was my shorty, I thought

[Verse 2]
Am C
Never caught a feelin' this hard
F C G
Harder than the liquor I pour
Am C
Tell me you don't want me no more
F C G
But I can't let go
Am C
Everybody told me so
F C G
Feelin' like I sold my soul
Am C
Devil in the form of a whore
F C G
Devil in the form of a whore
Am C
You said it
F C G
No you said it
Am C
No you said it
F C G
We'd be together

[Hook]
Am C
Oooh, I fall apart
F C G
Down to my core
Am C
Oooh, I fall apart
F C G
Down to my core
Am C
Oooh, didn't know it before
F C G
Surprised when you caught me off guard
Am C
All this damn jewelry I bought
F C G
You was my shorty, I thought

[Bridge]
Am C
Ice keep pourin' and the drink keep flowin'
F C G
Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'
Am C
Covered in scars and I can't help showin'
F C G
Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep blowin'
Am C
Ice keep droppin' and the drink keep flowin'
F C G
Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'
Am C
All these scars, can't help from showin'
F C G
Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep blowin', yeah

[Outro]
Am C
Oooh, I fall apart
F C G
Down to my core
Am C
Oooh, I fall apart
F C G
Down to my core
Am C
Oooh, didn't know it before
F C G
Surprised when you caught me off guard
Am C
All this damn jewelry I bought
F C G
You was my shorty, I thought
Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics Psycho-Post Malone ft. Ty Dolla $ign  with lyric

Guitar Tips - Guitar chords and song lyrics Psycho-Post Malone ft. Ty Dolla $ign with lyric

[Chorus]
D#
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
D#
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
D# G#
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
G#
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
G# D#
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
D#
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
G#
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
G#
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though


[Verse 1]
D#
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
D#
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
G#
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy
G#
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
D#
I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
D#
Thirty for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
G#
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
G#
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent'
D#
And I'm like "woah"
D#
Man, my neck so goddamn cold
D# G#
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
G# D#
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
D#
My money thick, won't ever fold
G#
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
G#
And I can never tell you no


[Chorus]
D#
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
D#
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
D# G#
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
G#
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
G# D#
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
D#
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
G#
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
G#
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though


[Verse 2]
D#
The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
D#
We're hittin' lil' mamas, she wanna have my babies
G#
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
G#
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch
D#
Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
D#
Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
G#
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
G#
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
D#
We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
D#
Dolla Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
G#
Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
G#
This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
D#
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
D#
All VVS's, put you in a necklace
G#
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
G#
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry


[Chorus]
D#
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
D#
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
D# G#
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
G#
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
G# D#
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
D#
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
G#
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
G#
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though