Тональность: C minor
Intro 1
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Gm
F
Dm
F
Am
F
Dm
Am
Verse 1
Pedal to the floor,
Gm
F
Am
G
straight past you
Am
Blurs in my windshield,
A
Gm
evaporate in my rearview
F
Am
F
Am
Gm
Pedal to the floor,
F
Am
G
straight past you
Am
Blurs in my windshield,
A
Gm
G
evaporate in my rearview
Am
Beats bump, hit a curve,
A
Gm
swerve like a blind drive
Am
A demon rocker possessed,
Linda
A
Gm
Blair beware
G
Am
The scissor fight,
A
Am
literal free as a bird, lyrical
Limbal and debauched, twisted lip,
Gm
G
lock and loaded
Approaching
Am
New
York to a grudge of
Barcelona or
G
Am
I don't give a fuck where you stay
G
Bosnia around the way of
Bombay
Am
A
It don't matter to me, got feet
Am
Never for free party, hardly,
G
hardly a party without me
Why?
Am
Women often wonder why he ride so fast
And wonder how fast,
G
ain't that tongue flash in my ass
Am
Broiled like a jaw, fresh to bed,
Am
Bro, you no joke, I'm young,
black and broken
Gm
G
Am
I ain't got nothin' to lose
A
Dm
Man, I walk a tightrope wear
F
Am
in' two left shoes
A
Gm
G
Am
Run relay, run away from cliche
My sport is thought,
A
F
y 'all don't purchase my
Am
court of thought I'm facing court,
Gm
G
F
missing payment on child
G
Dm
Am
support
Gm
Pedal to the floor,
Am
G
straight past you
F
Am
Blurs in my windshield,
F
Gm
evaporate in my rearview
F
Am
F
Dm
Am
Gm
Pedal to the floor,
Am
G
straight past you
F
Am
Blurs in my windshield,
Gm
G
evaporate in my rearview
Am
My glory grieves lightning,
A
F
dead money miracles
A
Gm
G
Toledo, our torpedo, we're in a speedo
A
F
G
Afghanistan, banana stand applause
Am
A
Give him a hand, a hamburger,
Am
A handstand in addition for
A
Gm
G
making of the band
Am
Lost your fingers, biting your nails
A
G
Pull your lips over your
head and swallow
Am
These cats need to go new balls
A
Am
He asked his boys but they
had none to borrow
G
Silicone eagle augmented
Am
Park your high horse in the valet
A
G
Am
But you get there with car, got no gas
Doing nowhere fast
Gm
G
Am
And that's when you lose
G
Am
Wanna play the game but
don't know the rules
G
Am
In his escape, he tried to fake his death
Am
Act like stairs and step,
death comes in threes
G
God grants no guarantees,
Am
not even water into wine
A
Am
Cursing back to the divine
G
And if there is an athleticus in this back
F
Am
F
G
Dm
Am
of sliiiiine
Gm
Pedal to the floor, straight past you
F
Am
G
Am
Blurs in my windshield,
Gm
evaporate in my rear
view
F
Am
G
Dm
Am
Ped al to the floor,
Gm
F
Am
G
straight past you
Am
Blurbs in my windshield,
Am
evaporate in my rearview
Am
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