Текст песни LiL PEEP — Liar + аккорды для гитары
Вступление
spotify:track:0lLaHrwW4am60pB79U0P8I
Songwriters: Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser / Brenden Murray / Gustav Ahr
Worked out for clintoncbarnes
TIP: if you don't like the Bm: set Capo on 2, Transpose Button -2, and play C Am F Dm
[Intro]
D Bm
I've been through a lot boy (Punk star)
G Em
I've been through a lot boy, I ain't gonna stop boy
D Bm
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat, I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah,
G Em
always runnin' from the cops, boy. Yeah.
[Chorus]
D
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Em
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
D
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
N.C.
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)
[Verse 1]
D
Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Bm
Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
G
Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
Em
You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah)
D
Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
Bm
I just want some money for my mother (Damn)
G
This ain't a competition (Nah)
Em
Please listen (Yeah) Hold up, listen to me, right?
[Verse 1]
D
I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
Bm
But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
G
'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)
Em
And they are not like you at all
D
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
Bm
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
G Em
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah) Yeah, yeah, damn
[Chorus]
D
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Em
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
D
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Em
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)
[Outro]
D
You ain't on the block, boy.
Bm
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah.
G
You hot, boy?
Em
That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy.
D Bm
And for what?
G Em
You're diggin' ya own grave. You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah
D Bm G Em
D