Churchill Downs chords by Jack Harlow

🎸 Intro:

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Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register
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I did everything I said I would, and said it first
            E
I mean the world's in denial, but they all know what I'm headed for
D A/C#
  Ah

🎸 Verse 1:
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We 'bout to feed these youngins to the metaverse
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Meanwhile I'm over here just tryna pen a verse
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'Cause I'm done bein' extra with the extroverts
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The label used to wonder how I'm supposed to stand next to Vert
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Prolly never thought that I would get these legs to work
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I work hard, but hard **** don't need no extra work
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That's why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn
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The world's mine
I just say, "**** it, let it turn"
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The girl's mine
I just say, "**** it, have a turn"
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The G.O.A.T.s call me to the side like, "Can we have a word "
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I could've fronted but I did this **** how I preferred (I preferred)
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I know I should be humble, but it's somethin' I just haven't learned
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Soon enough I have to make these bad habits burn
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Soon enough we 'bout to come and get the **** we earn
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  You not a fan now,    but I remember when you used to be fanned out
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  I'm guessin' when the whole world loves you, people only got one way to stand out
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All that time in the kitchen finally panned out
             Bm                           A
I put some flavor in a pot and took the bland out
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I know my grandpa would have a heart attack if I pulled a hunnid grand out
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So I'm not gonna pull a hunnid grand out
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I'm hip-hop, do you fully understand?
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Fully automatic with the jams and they don't jam
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At the shows I'm 'bout to start handin' out programs
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'Cause y'all need to get with the program
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I'm a grown ass man, call me pops
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**** around and take your phone ass man
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Everybody know Jack, but they don't know Jack, man
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They just know I got the flows and the **** and the packed out shows
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Ain't too many cons when you playin' with the pros
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'Cept for how your life get exposed, but I make that sacrifice for the life that I chose
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I know in Toronto they got soft for the rose, but school's closed in Kentucky, so I like when it snowed
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The kids carry chopsticks not for rice in the bowl
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School counselors all know how they life is at home
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Cold like the Minnesota Vikings at home
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Before I met Drizzy I knew he and I would get along
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But it's really hard to crack jokes when you really want advice
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  I mean what's it like to touch gold every time you touch a mic, touchin' heights, no one gets a touch in life
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  ******' right, young bachelor, what's a wife?
Bm                         A
  Once in a lifetime, 'til I say I want it twice
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One of a kind, know your everything is one of mine
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Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by

🎸 Interlude:
D  A/C# Bm A
          Yeah
D  F#m E
        Yeah

🎸 Verse 2:
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  Cold hearts and heated floors, no parental guidance I just see divorce
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Therapy sessions
I'm in the waiting room, readin' Forbes
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  Abandonment issues I'm gettin' treated for
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  How much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows?
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My son's gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely road
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The cribs on his wheel like motor homes
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****** love to try and test us like they know what we on
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Chubb's got the magazine cover like Rolling Stone
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'Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin' stones
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Whenever you gettin' bigger, there's growin' pains
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I got enough pull to make the city start throwin' games
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I'm out here makin' a mockery
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I got my realtor out here playin' Monopoly
            F#m                             D
How can I address you when you don't own property?
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They only finesse you when you don't move properly
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Destined for the win, but you don't get a prize out of me
                      A                        D
I'm destined for the top, but you can't get a rise out of me
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Seven-fifty for the round, canaries, and they glitterin'
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Man, you ****** drop trash, you littering
           A/C#                          Bm
I'm overdelivering to the point, it's belittling
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I mean, the PTSD is triggering, the profit is sickening
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The stones is shimmering, came from the north
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But I got hot as ****, so ain't no shivering, yeah
            A
Lucky me, people that don't **** with me
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Are linkin' up with people that don't **** with me to **** with me
       D
This **** is getting ugly
     F#m                    D
And every situation is transactional
                      A/C#
And every thing they sayin' is irrational
     Bm                          A
And every way they movin' is promotional
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Everybody's actin' irreplacable, it's like they ain't disposable
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My urges for revenge are uncontrollable
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I know we're gettin' older though,    yeah
       Bm                     A
But I gotta get a ***** back for that
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It's non-negotiable, it's not even debatable
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I'm gettin' so rich, my music's not even relatable
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I blow ahead up, it's an inflatable
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Baby blue G class
I feel like a kid again
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Prayin' on my downfall don't make you religious, man
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All I hear is plug talk comin' from middleman
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All I hear is tall tales comin' from little men
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When I say "*****"
I'm very rarely referring to women
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Most of the ******* I know are ******, they not even women
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I know that sounds like I'm being funny
I'm not even kidding
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Same ones that say they run the game when they not even in it
                      Bm                     A
To be honest, y'all financial situations my biggest motivation
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And how you should take that statement is based on what you makin'
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Whips and chains like a dominatrix, wap, pssh
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If I see ya'
I spit in ya' faces, ha-tu
                    A
Daytonas with the green faces
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Kentucky derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasive
                F#m                    D        A/C#     Bm
Boxxed up the Churchill downs, that's motivation,  yeah
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And shorty like, "You know that boy Jack is goin' places"

🎸 Outro:
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I know
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Yeah
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