High School Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[F][G][Em][F]
[F][G][Em][Am]
[F][G][Em][F]
[Dm][Em]

[Verse 1]
He said he [Am]came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A [Am]couple fake visas
'cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love,
fucking with them heart breakers
But [Am]he was gettin' money
with the movers and the shakers
He [F]was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
[Dm]Bricks in the condo and grams to Sing Sing
[Am]Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted

[Verse 2]
Anyway, I [Am]felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
[Am]Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Mom[F]ma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like [Dm]it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's [Am]top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him [Am]play with my pussy
then lick it off of his fingers

[Chorus 1]
They holler at me but it's [F]you
You, [G]this ain't high school
[Em]Me, and my c[F]rew
We can slide through
Give it [F]to you whenever you want
[G]Put it wherever you want
[Em]Baby, it's [Am]yours
[F]Anywhere, [G]everywhere
[Em]Baby, it's [F]your world, ain't [Dm]it?
[Em]Baby, it's your world, ain't it?

[Verse 3]
She got a [Am]nigga at home
And one on the side
Best [Am]friend is a dyke,
they fucked around a few times
Her and her mamma alike,
so all they do is fight
I tell her, [Am]"Make me some money,"
she tell me, "Make me a wife."
I tell her [F]"Bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And ex[Dm]cuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she [Am]try to tell me
I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, [Am]"What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"

[Verse 4]
You [Am]right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a [Am]brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a [Am]oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is [F]rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so [Dm]wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that it's [Am]mine
I tell her, "Stop lying."
Mine and who [Am]else?
She say, "Worry 'bout yourself, Lil Tune."

[Chorus 2]
They holler at me but it's [F]you
You, [G]this ain't high school
[Em]Me, and my c[F]rew
We can slide through
Give it [F]to you whenever you want
[G]Put it wherever you want
[Em]Baby, it's [Am]yours
[F]Anywhere, [G]everywhere
[Em]Baby, it's [F]your world, ain't [Dm]it?
[Em]Baby, it's your world, ain't it?

[Interlude 1]
[F][G][Em][F]
[F][G][Em][Am]
[F][G][Em][F]
[Dm][Em]

[Bridge 1]
I know you [F]want it, boy
I [G]see you try[Em]in'[F]
Just keep on [F]pushin'
I'ma [G]let you slide [Em]in[Am]
Just close your [F]eyes [G]and
This ho[Em]rizon[F]
[Dm]It's ready, come get you some
[Em]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro 1]
[F][G][Em][F]
[F][G][Em][Am]
[F][G][Em][F]
[Dm][Em]
[Fade out]