Tip the scale аккорды от
The Roots
The Roots

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Тональность: B minor
Intro 1
C#m
C#m
Verse 1
C#m
C#m
Homicide or suicide
Heads or tails
B
B
Some think life is a living hell
Bbdim
Bbdim
Some live life just living well
Am
Am
I live life tryna tip the scale
C#m
C#m
B
B
My way, my way
Bbdim
Bbdim
F#
F#
Am
Am
D
D
My way, my way
Verse 2
C#m
C#m
Yo, I'm always early
B
B
I never take off 'cause I got a job
Rob Peter to pay Paul
C#m
C#m
Bbdim
Bbdim
Now I realize it's
the winner that takes all
Am
Am
Do what I gotta do because
I can't take loss
C#m
C#m
Picture me living life as if I'm
some animal
B
B
That consumes its own dreams
like I'm a cannibal
Bbdim
Bbdim
I won't accept failure unless
it's mechanical
Am
Am
But still the alcohol mixed
with the botanical
B
B
C#m
C#m
I guess I be re ferred to the owners
B
B
manual full of loaners
Full of all the homeless
C#m
C#m
Bbdim
Bbdim
throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets with
C#m
C#m
E
E
8th grade diplomas
Am
Am
And the world awaiting their
B
B
shoulders as a bonus
C#m
C#m
Look, let he without sin live without sin
B
B
Until then, I'll be doing dirty
C#m
C#m
jobs like swamp men
Bbdim
Bbdim
Counting the faces of those
that might have been
Am
Am
G#
G#
It's like living that life but I
Verse 3
won't live that life again
C#m
C#m
Hom icide or suicide
Heads or tails
B
B
Some think life is a living hell
Bbdim
Bbdim
Some live life just living well
Adim
Adim
Am
Am
I live life tryna tip the scale
C#m
C#m
B
B
My way, my way
Bbdim
Bbdim
F#
F#
Am
Am
D
D
My way, my way
Verse 4
C#m
C#m
Lot of niggas go to prison
How many come out Malcolm X?
B
B
I know I'm not
Shit, can't even talk about the rest
Bbdim
Bbdim
Famous last words: "You under arrest"
Am
Am
A
A
Will I get popped tonight?
It's anybody's guess
C#m
C#m
I guess, a nigga need to stay cunning
B
B
I guess when the cops comin'
need to start runnin'
Bbdim
Bbdim
I won't make the same mistakes
from my last run in
A
A
You either done doing crime
Am
Am
A
A
now or you done in
C#m
C#m
I got a brother on the run and one in
B
B
Wrote me a letter,
he said when you comin'
Bbdim
Bbdim
Shit man,
I thought the goal's to stay out
Am
Am
Back against the wall,
A
A
then shoot your way out
C#m
C#m
Gettin' money's a style
that never plays out
B
B
'Til you end up boxin' your stash,
money's paid out
Bbdim
Bbdim
F#
F#
The scales of justice ain't equally
Bbdim
Bbdim
weighed out
Am
Am
Only two ways out,
A
A
digging tunnels or digging graves out
Verse 5
C#m
C#m
Homicide or suicide
Heads or tails
B
B
Some think life is a living hell
Bbdim
Bbdim
Some live life just living well
Adim
Adim
Am
Am
I live life tryna tip the scale
C#m
C#m
B
B
My way, my way
Bbdim
Bbdim
F#
F#
Am
Am
B
B
My way, my way
A
A
F#
F#
Interlude 1
D
D
B
B
A
A
F#
F#
D
D
Verse 6
C#m
C#m
Homicide or suicide
Heads or Tails
B
B
Some think life is a living hell
Bbdim
Bbdim
F#
F#
Some live life just living well
Am
Am
I live life tryna tip the scale
C#m
C#m
B
B
My way, my way
Bbdim
Bbdim
F#
F#
Bbdim
Bbdim
My way
Outro 1
Am
Am

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