Bb A9(G ) Dm
(strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees)
Dm ( Dm/C )
(blood on the leaves)
i just need to clear my mind now
(Bb ) F
it's been racin' since the summertime
Bb F
now i'm holdin' down the summer now
Bb Dm ( Dm/C )
And all i want is what i can't buy now
Dm ( Dm/C )
Cause i ain't got the money on me right now
(Bb ) F
And i told you to wait
Bb F
Yeah i told you to wait
Bb Dm ( Dm/C )
So i'm a need a little more time now
Dm ( Dm/C )
Cause i ain't got the money on me right now
(Bb ) F
And i thought you could wait
Bb F
Yeah, i thought you could wait
Bb Gm
These bitches surroundin' me
A9
All want somethin' out me
Dm
Then they talk about me
F Bb
Would be lost without me
Bb
We could've been somebody
A9(G )
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Dm
Now i know you naughty
(hold)
So let's get on with it
Dm5 C5 Dm5
You could've been somebody
C5 Dm5
'Stead you had to tell somebody
( Bb ) F Bb
Let's take it back to the first party
F Bb
When you tried your first molly
Dm5 C5 Dm5
And came out of your body
Dm5 C5 Dm5
And came out of your body
( Bb ) F Bb
Running naked down the lobby
F Bb
And you was screamin' that you love me
Dm(Dm/C )
Before the limelight tore ya
Dm
Before the limelight stole ya
Dm5
Remember we were so young
Am
When i would hold you
Bb F
Before the glory
F Bb
i know there ain't wrong with me
Bb A9(G ) Dm
(strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees)
Something strange is happening
Dm5 D#5
You could've been somethin'
Dm5 D#5
We could've, we could've been somebody
Dm5 D#5
Or was it all our first party
Am
When we tried our first molly
Dm5 D#5
And came out of our body
Dm5 D#5
And came out of our body
Dm5 D#5
Am
Dm5
Before they call lawyers
D#5
Before you tried to destroy us
Dm5 D#5
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
Dm5 D#5
it's like i don't even know ya
Am
i gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia
Dm5 D#5
Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas
Dm5 D#5
Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas
Dm5 D#5
Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas
Am
i ride with my niggas, i'll die for my...
Dm5 D#5
Dm5 D#5
Dm5 D#5
Am
(repeat for the rap)
To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
i don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
She instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
He instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated, i call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
That going to that owing money that the court got
On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie
'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony
Dm5 D#5
Dm5 D#5
Dm5 D#5
Am
(x2)
(just go back to the original chord sequence)
