These chords are old but we shake hands Cause I believe that they're the good guys We can use all the help we can So many minor chords outside I fell
when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just
girls but mostly guys, got supplies now we in the drive, I hope we got the house number right. Knock loud and ring the bell, door swings and the music
get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence
Now first of all I want to let you to know that I?ve been known for some minor mood swings now and then It all started back when people were doing me
I'll tell About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old tree Way back in 1953. He could swing through the
a listen to the singer Hip or square, dig her wares When money's stiff she's thrivin' on a riff She turns the major into minor cool In her town she's
you think you're happy, Nicolai? I don't know the answer Nina Life is like a melody A pendulum that swings Between the major and the minor It's a lullaby
wkcr) I traded my title as bent pedestrian for passenger status to coast muted Finding the night train mildly therapeutic Rugged hacker flashing mood full of swings
at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from
as the crowd disappear Always feeling minor character I the sign of the vanishing pass-bys Silently adding the colours. . Oui c?est la vie, oui c?est la vie Swinging
When times are hard you ask for sweeter tunes When days are tough the nights bring full saloons But when I swing and change to minor chords That's when
while I'm slappin you, askin you, "Why you actin new?" Crushin a mack and you turnin up the black in you Skill for skill you the minor we the major I
a (THRASHER!) I'm a (THRASHER!) I'm a (THRASHER!) I'm a.. [Verse 2 - Pharrell] Every once in a while there's that same asshole Try to swing and hit,
deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing