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Churchill Downs — Jack Harlow

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Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register
        A                                      D   F#m
I did everything I said I would, and said it first…..
            E                                              
I mean the world’s in denial, but they all know what I’m headed for
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…Ah

[Verse 1]
Bm                                       A 
We ’bout to feed these youngins to the metaverse
  D                                F#m  
Meanwhile I’m over here just tryna pen a verse
            D                         F#m  
‘Cause I’m done bein’ extra with the extroverts
      D                            A/C#                     Bm 
The label used to wonder how I’m supposed to stand next to Vert
                          A                          D  
Prolly never thought that I would get these legs to work
                 F#m                             D 
I work hard, but hard **** don’t need no extra work
                            F#m   
That’s why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn
     D                  A/C#                    Bm  
The world’s mine, I just say, “**** it, let it turn”
                          A                      D 
The girl’s mine, I just say, “**** it, have a turn”
                             F#m                          D 
The G.O.A.T.s call me to the side like, “Can we have a word?”
                         F#m                                     D 
I could’ve fronted but I did this **** how I preferred (I preferred)
A/C# Bm                                    A                            D 
Mmm, I know I should be humble, but it’s somethin’ I just haven’t learned
                      F#m                      D 
Soon enough I have to make these bad habits burn
                                 F#m  
Soon enough we ’bout to come and get the **** we earn
D           A/C#    Bm                           A    
..You not a fan now,….but I remember when you used to be fanned out
D                        F#m                     D                         F#m   
..I’m guessin’ when the whole world loves you, people only got one way to stand out
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All that time in the kitchen finally panned out
             Bm                           A 
I put some flavor in a pot and took the bland out
D                                     F#m                          D 
I know my grandpa would have a heart attack if I pulled a hunnid grand out
       F#m                        D 
So I’m not gonna pull a hunnid grand out
        A/C#                     Bm   
I’m hip-hop, Do you fully understand?
            A                            D 
Fully automatic with the jams and they don’t jam
        F#m                              D  
At the shows I’m ’bout to start handin’ out programs
        F#m                          D 
‘Cause y’all need to get with the program
       A/C#                   Bm  
I’m a grown ass man, call me pops
                            A 
**** around and take your phone ass man
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Everybody know Jack, but they don’t know Jack, man
            D                          F#m                        D 
They just know I got the flows and the **** and the packed out shows
               A/C#                            Bm  
Ain’t too many cons when you playin’ with the pros
                    A                       D                          F#m  
‘Cept for how your life get exposed, but I make that sacrifice for the life that I chose
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I know in Toronto they got soft for the rose, but school’s closed in Kentucky, so I like when it snowed
          Bm                       A     
The kids carry chopsticks not for rice in the bowl
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School counselors all know how they life is at home
 D                                 F#m  
Cold like the Minnesota Vikings at home
   D                      A/C#              
Before I met Drizzy I knew he and I would get along
Bm                                    A 
But it’s really hard to crack jokes when you really want advice
D                           F#m                        D                           F#m
..I mean what’s it like to touch gold every time you touch a mic, touchin’ heights, no one gets a touch in life
D                       A/C#  
..******’ right, young bachelor, what’s a wife?
Bm                         A 
..Once in a lifetime, ’til I say I want it twice
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One of a kind, know your everything is one of mine
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Wanted posters with my face, they know who I’m wanted by
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……….Yeah
D  F#m E
………Yeah

[Verse 2]
D       A/C#               Bm                                 A 
..Cold hearts and heated floors, no parental guidance I just see divorce
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Therapy sessions, I’m in the waiting room, readin’ Forbes
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..Abandonment issues I’m gettin’ treated for
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..How much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows?
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My son’s gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely road
                              D 
The cribs on his wheel like motor homes
                       F#m                 D 
****** love to try and test us like they know what we on
                 A/C#                Bm  
Chubb’s got the magazine cover like Rolling Stone
              A                  D  
‘Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin’ stones
   F#m                                 D  
Whenever you gettin’ bigger, there’s growin’ pains
        F#m                                 D 
I got enough pull to make the city start throwin’ games
    A/C#               Bm
I’m out here makin’ a mockery
           A                         D       
I got my realtor out here playin’ Monopoly
            F#m                             D 
How can I address you when you don’t own property?
           F#m                              D 
They only finesse you when you don’t move properly
                 A/C#                      Bm  
Destined for the win, but you don’t get a prize out of me
                      A                        D 
I’m destined for the top, but you can’t get a rise out of me
       F#m                                      D 
Seven-fifty for the round, canaries, and they glitterin’
          F#m                     D 
Man, you ****** drop trash, you littering
           A/C#                          Bm  
I’m overdelivering to the point, it’s belittling
             A         D                       F#m  
I mean, the PTSD is triggering, the profit is sickening
                D                        F#m  
The stones is shimmering, came from the north
           D                         A/C#      Bm  
But I got hot as ****, so ain’t no shivering, yeah
            A 
Lucky me, people that don’t **** with me
      D                               F#m  
Are linkin’ up with people that don’t **** with me to **** with me
       D 
This **** is getting ugly
     F#m                    D 
And every situation is transactional
                      A/C#
And every thing they sayin’ is irrational
     Bm                          A  
And every way they movin’ is promotional
      D                               F#m  
Everybody’s actin’ irreplacable, it’s like they ain’t disposable
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My urges for revenge are uncontrollable
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I know we’re gettin’ older though,….yeah
       Bm                     A 
But I gotta get a ***** back for that
                           D 
It’s non-negotiable, it’s not even debatable
F#m                      D 
I’m gettin’ so rich, my music’s not even relatable
  F#m                        D 
I blow ahead up, it’s an inflatable
     A/C#                        Bm  
Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again
                A                        D 
Prayin’ on my downfall don’t make you religious, man
              F#m                     D 
All I hear is plug talk comin’ from middleman
                    F#m                D 
All I hear is tall tales comin’ from little men
            A/C#                        Bm  
When I say “*****”, I’m very rarely referring to women
              A                              D 
Most of the ******* I know are ******, they not even women
             F#m                                  D 
I know that sounds like I’m being funny, I’m not even kidding
      F#m                                       D            A/C#
Same ones that say they run the game when they not even in it……
                      Bm                     A 
To be honest, y’all financial situations my biggest motivation
     D                                     F#m  
And how you should take that statement is based on what you makin’
  D                      F#m     
Whips and chains like a dominatrix, wap, pssh
D               A/C#               Bm  
If I see ya’, I spit in ya’ faces, ha-tu
                    A       
Daytonas with the green faces
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Kentucky derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasive
                F#m                    D        A/C#     Bm
Boxxed up the Churchill downs, that’s motivation,…yeah…..
                   A                          D           F#m
And shorty like, “You know that boy Jack is goin’ places”…..

[Outro]
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I know
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Yeah…………
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