U And I chords by Flatbush ZOMBiES
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Capo on 1st
Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
Key: Ebm
Intro: DIA:
N.C.
Don't be anxious or impatient
N.C.
Cause I, I wanna hold you close and never let go
Bridge: Zombie Juice:
Dm C
Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go"
Bb A
But you and I got to be for you and I
Dm C
This that do or die, Po Pimp shit, recordin' in the 'Stuy
Bb A
And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right
Dm C
Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go"
Bb A
But you and I got to be for you and I
Dm C
This that do or die, Po Pimp shit, recordin' in the 'Stuy
Bb A
And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right
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Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice):
Dm C
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
Bb A
We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)
Dm C
If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)
Bb A
If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)
Dm C
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
Bb A
We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)
Dm C
If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)
Bb A
If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)
Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott:
Dm C Bb
Ooh, I say we struggle, it's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin'
A Dm
Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners
C
'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to death
Bb A Dm
Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they 'uggin' our breath
C
Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapel
Bb A
There's six grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself
Dm C
Growin' and breakin' ties, cryin' and savin' lives
Bb A
Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives
Verse 2: Zombie Juice:
Dm C
Yeah, I'm patiently waiting
Bb A
But I don't really give a fuck if we ain't in your rotation
Dm C
I put the heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take it
Bb A
Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make it
Dm C
Check it, but these my brothers, love 'em to death
Bb A
Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffin' the death
Dm C
No concern, nah, compare us, how?
Bb A
Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan's shuttin' down now
Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott:
Dm C
I put the bread down on something I wanted for years
Bb A
If my brother need some money, man I prol'ly sell that shit, hey
Dm C
Break it into pieces, ooh, wow; there it is
Bb A
Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist
Dm C
Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate
Bb A
This is why I love you dog, smokin' at your mama's crib
Dm C
My brother not a local, my brother travel continents
Bb A
No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit
Verse 4: Meechy Darko + sample:
Dm C
Debra's only son, he was conceived in King's County
Bb A
That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy
Dm C
Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child
Bb A
And his momma workin' three jobs, one was dealin' with drama
Dm C
'Cause I was wildin', he used to rarely see his father
Bb A
They seperated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas
Dm C
Because he was out there hustlin', tryin' to be a provider
Bb A
Tryin' to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars
Dm C
They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorder
Bb A
And due to karma, my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter
Dm C
When I was 5, I told my mom I wanted to die
Bb A
Then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lie
Dm C
Man, this life, is filled with stress
Bb A
So much oppressed, call New York City "9"
Dm C Bb
I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessed
A Dm
Aunt Pam died from cancer; I quit them cigarettes
C Bb
Weight of world on my shoulder—I just finished my reps
A Dm
All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex
C Bb
Feelin' so self-destructive, like I’m clingin' to death
A Dm
Took my five-digit check and copped some bigger baguettes
C Bb
Took a look at my ring, finger charm on my neck
A Dm
Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevail
C Bb
I really be shopping for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale
A Dm
But if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it well
Dm C
I heard that blood's thicker than them Atlanta strippers
Bb A
But these my brothers, I ain't got real brothers to know the difference
Dm C
And, Erick, if I could, I'd give your mama my kidney
Bb A
'Cause she my momma, too, I promise you
Dm C
I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
Bb A
Load .4-5 (Rah-rah!) pull homicide for my niggas
Dm C
Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death
Bb A
Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest
Dm C
To prove to you that it's Zombie Gang, rotten flesh
Bb A
That's to the death, nigga—no more, nothing less
Dm C
True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed
Bb A Dm
I'm takin' care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees for custody
C Bb
She wildin' out on court, I’m like, "Give that bitch what she needs."
A
("Order in the court!") Judge, please ("Order!")
Dm C
I guess I still got alot to maturin' to do
Bb A
I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin' to do
Dm C
This game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through
Bb A
Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through
Dm C
Ooh, it’s Darky, baby; a whole different hue
Bb A
My grand-daddy got 8 balls; come and get a cue
Dm C
I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue
Bb A
Headshot, red dot, now make a move
Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice):
Dm C
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
Bb A
We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)
Dm C
If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)
Bb A
If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)
Dm C
In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
Bb A
We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)
Dm C
If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)
Bb A
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