Тональность

Dm C Gm Am 
 
 Neck too red
  My neck's too red
 
 [CHORUS]
   Dm      C      Gm       Am 
 They said my neck's too red
         Dm      C                Gm    Am
 Yeah, they said my dream was a dead end
             Dm              C
 They said people like me don't trend, 
           Gm                   Am
 said my slang won't ever get aired
   Dm   C  Gm    Am            Dm C
 They said my neck was too red
            Gm Am                     Dm C 
 Neck too red, boy, your neck's too red
      Gm          Am
 My neck's too red

 [VERSE ONE]
  Dm                             C
 My town ninety percent white, blame God for my Southern roots
   Gm                                     Am
 Thank him also 'cause I got the juice, leavin' marks all on these music dudes
     Dm                         C
 Like burnouts Do with a 302, we them, we them, we them holler boys
     Gm                                Gm
 Tatted up, missin' teeth and scars, gang shit off the front, boy

 Dm                         C
 Grew up on a blow torch, we didn't know no Scott Storch
 Gm                                Am
 All we knew was Highland Rim, case of beer and some race cars
  Dm                              C
 Alpha male with the straight bars, Dixie made me Do it like I do
             Gm                               Am
 And if you got a problem with my side of town, just know we ain't finna budge for you
 
 [CHORUS]
  Dm      C      Gm       Am 
 They said my neck's too red
         Dm      C                Gm    Am
 Yeah, they said my dream was a dead end
             Dm              C
 They said people like me don't trend, 
           Gm                   Am
 said my slang won't ever get aired
   Dm   C  Gm    Am            Dm C
 They said my neck was too red
            Gm Am                     Dm C 
 Neck too red, boy, your neck's too red
      Gm          Am
 My neck's too red

 [INSTRUMENTAL] 
 
  Dm C  Gm  Am
    
 [VERSE TWO]
           Dm                          C
 They gon' have to wait 'til I die, I done made it up too high
              Gm                     Am
 With this system, I won't comply, no rich folks can bribe me with rides
          Dm                                   C 
 I done bought 'em all, left 'em in a field, shit my daily driver is a rat rod
       Gm                         Am
 The day I's born in Music City is the day that mainstream got outlawed

          Dm                   C 
 Give the Devil death stares, I ain't never scared
        Gm                       Am
 Roll with me or without me, either way, I'm still here
  Dm                C 
 Yeah, I'm still here, goin' on like ten years
  Gm                               Am
 Up mother motherfuckin' church, 615 'til I'm outta here

 [CHORUS]
  Dm      C      Gm       Am 
 They said my neck's too red
         Dm      C                Gm    Am
 Yeah, they said my dream was a dead end
             Dm              C
 They said people like me don't trend, 
           Gm                   Am
 said my slang won't ever get aired
   Dm   C  Gm    Am            Dm C
 They said my neck was too red
            Gm Am                     Dm C 
 Neck too red, boy, your neck's too red
      Gm          Am
 My neck's too red