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EBBA feat. Smino - Louie Bag

[Intro] YEBBA
F#m G#m B F#
            You, ooh
C#m E B C#m

[Verse 1] YEBBA
                F#m   G#m
It was a stormy winter
                   B   F#
I watched the city burn
                       C#m   E
And ever since I can remember
                     B
That's just the way it hurts
            F#m          G#m
And it goes on and on and on
           B             F#m            C#m Emaj7 B
Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all

[Chorus] YEBBA
F#m                     G#m
Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow
B                        F#                           A
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more)
         Emaj7               B               C#m
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
F#m                              G#m
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
B                                 Bb             Amaj7
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
       Emaj7
La, da-da, da-da, da
        B                              C#m
La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da

[Verse 2] YEBBA
                       F#m   G#m
They cut my palms with paper
                     B      F#m
Made from her Autumn leaves
                     C#m     E
I'm bleedin' out disclaimеrs
               B
Into my family tree
         F#m           G#m
Fuck the interviews to еnterprise
           B            F#
I'd rather look into my mother's eyes
          C#m Emaj7
And let it be
       E     C#m
Let it be, ee, yeah

[Chorus] YEBBA
F#m                     G#m
Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow
B                        F#                           A
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more)
         Emaj7               B               C#m
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
F#m                              G#m
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
B                                 Bb             Amaj7
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
       Emaj7
La, da-da, da-da, da
        B                              C#m
La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da

[Instrumental]
F#m G#m C G D
A Emaj7 B C#m

[Verse 3] Smino
F#m G#m                                  B
       When the sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top)
F#                         A
Pull up on you just like a sock (Just like a sock)
G#m                               A
Come and ride we don't even gotta talk (We ain't gotta talk)
E
Yeah, yeah, YEBBA
          F#m
Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (Uh-oh)
          G#m
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (Uh-oh)
         B
Yeah, we always got time to Do better (Uh-oh)
          F#
Yeah, but I was tryna to it right now (Uh-oh)
    A
And we growin' up in the town (Uh-oh)
           E
Where they never showed love to the brown (Uh-huh)
C#m
Twenty-four hours ain't enough time (Uh-huh)
      B
I was fightin', throwin' hands with the clock (Uh-oh)
F#m
Never been sweet, no honeycomb (Oh, oh)
G#m
Money gone, granny gone, run along (Woah, oh)
B
City burn, pin it on Pentagon (Oh, oh)
F#
Can't make it up no Revlon (Woah, oh)
A
Shit bubble up , RevRun (Oh, oh)
E
Had the episodes, this a re-run (Oh, oh)
         A
And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend"
     E
Told God that I feel like a stepson (Oh)
      F#m
Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh
      G#m
Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh
    B
Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs
                             A
Nowadays the distance hit me hard (Hit me hard)
E                               A
I admit, I'm addicted to livin' large (Livin' large)
E                                      F#m
One, three, five, seven/1357, beat the odds (Beat the odds)

[Chorus] YEBBA
F#m                     G#m
Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow
B                        F#                           A
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more)
         Emaj7               B               C#m
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
F#m                              G#m
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
B                                 Bb             Amaj7
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
       Emaj7
La, da-da, da-da, da
        B                              C#m
La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da