Blinding Lights
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Am G I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
F
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah G
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah Am
All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah G
None of these toys on lease too, ah F
Made your whole year in a week too, yah G
Main bitch out your league too, ah Am
Side bitch out of your league too, ah G
House so empty, need a centerpiece F
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony G
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces Am
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby G
You talking money, need a hearing aid F
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade G
Switch up my style, I take any lane Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any painAm G (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
G
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah F
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah G
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah Am
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah G
Coming for the king, that's a far cry, ah F
I come alive in the fall time, I G
No competition, I don't really listen Am
I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition G
House so empty, need a centerpiece F
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony G
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces Am
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby G
You talking money, need a hearing aid F
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade G
Switch up my style, I take any lane Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any painAm G (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Am
Let a nigga Brad PittG
Legend Of the Fall took the year like a banditF
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagonG
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavishAm
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of KhanG
Girls get loose when they hear this songF
One hundred on the dash get me close to God G
We don't pray for love, we just pray for carsG
House so empty, need a centerpiece F
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony G
She cut that ivory into skinny piecesG Am Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby
G
You talking money, need a hearing aid F
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade G
Switch up my style, I take any lane Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any painAm G (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Am G (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F
Look what you've doneG Am I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
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