Juice WRLD - Conversations - аккорды

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F#m  C  C  *Gm x2

                F#m  C  C  *Gm x2
Oh my God, Ronny


[Chorus]
      F#m                            C
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    C                           Gm
But I'm not really up for conversations
F#m                           C
I can have my cake and eat it, too
C                     Gm
I just gotta make a reservation
F#m                  C
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
C                  Gm
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
F#m                C
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
C                      Gm
Really, really runnin' out of patience


[Verse 1]
   F#m            C
T- Timing, timing, timing
          C              Gm
All about timing, timing, timing
               F#m             C
Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining
             C                  Gm  N.C.
He has not a care in the world, no, I'm lying
                 F#m             C
Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying
                 C               Gm
Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying
                   F#m             C
Smoke 'til my mind frying, eyes red, high and crying
                   C             Gm
Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey
           F#m         C
Juice like 2Pac Shakur, no ice tea
          C                 Gm
Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy
              F#m                        C
Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey
            C                        Gm
Only things numbing me from this hard life, uh, uh, alright


[Chorus]
      F#m                       C
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    C                           Gm
But I'm not really up for conversations
F#m                    C
I can have my cake and eat it, too
C                     Gm
I just gotta make a reservation
F#m                 C
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
C                  Gm
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
F#m                C
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
C                      Gm
Really, really runnin' out of patience


[Verse 2]
    F#m              C
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up
C               Gm               F#m
Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating
        C
My heart racing
                C                Gm
Feels like I'ma die every second of the day
               F#m  C
So I gotta get high
                C                        Gm
Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why?
                    F#m                     C
My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside
                       C                   Gm
It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides
F#m    C           C         Gm
  This light of mine goes dim tonight
F#m      C
  Will I be alright?
C                  Gm
  Let me guess, no answer, right?


[Chorus]
      F#m                       C
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk
    C                           Gm
But I'm not really up for conversations
F#m                    C
I can have my cake and eat it, too
C                     Gm
I just gotta make a reservation
F#m                 C
Chillin' in my head, but it's hot
C                  Gm
Flames everywhere, I see Satan
F#m                C
Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot
C                      Gm
Really, really runnin' out of patience



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