Pass The Salt chords by Joy Crookes

• Capo on 4th
• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Intro:

D#m7 Am Am Dm
Dm D#m7 Dm D#

Verse 1: Joy Crookes:
          Dm
Listen to this
                D#m7
I got plenty to get off my chest
                   Dm
Bitty titties, but never big bress
                    D#
Don't expect me to try and impress ya
Dm
Second to none
                  D#m7
Don't fit in in a room of plus-ones
                   Dm
Giving face like a tiger kitten
                  D#
Can be quiet and still confident (Shh)

Pre-Chorus: Joy Crookes:
Dm
I shine and you get sunburn
D#m7
That sounds like a you problem
Dm                        D#
Go 'head, slice your cake


Chorus: Joy Crookes:
N.C.             Dm                    D#m7
Call it what you want, what you want, ah
                 Dm                         D#
You can pass the salt, pass the salt, da-da-da
             Dm                    D#m7
I got thick skin on these bones, ah
                           Dm
When a bitch don't rise to rumour
                            D#
Get the words stuck in your throat,
                                 Dm
throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat


Post-Chorus: Joy Crookes:
            D#m7   Dm
Da-la-la-la-la, la-la
            N.C.
Da-la-la-la-la, mm


Verse 2: Vince Staples:
Dm                        D#m7
Why so salty? Pot and the kettle both black as coffee
                 Dm
Swing low, sweet chariot, if these hoes ungodly
                D#                    N.C.
So if you don't mind, can I feel your heartbeat? (I'd really appreciate it)
Dm
Just like Farley before he passed on
D#m7
Whole world watching me getting their laugh on
Dm
I'm the black sheep burdened with a backbone
  D#             N.C.
Strong enough to carry us home (Sorry)


Chorus: Joy Crookes:
                 Dm                   D#m7
Call it what you want, what you want, ah
                 Dm                         D#
You can pass the salt, pass the salt, da-da-da
             Dm                    D#m7
I got thick skin on these bones, ah
                           Dm
When a bitch don't rise to rumour
                            D#
Get the words stuck in your throat,
                        Dm
throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat


Post-Chorus: Joy Crookes:
            D#m7   Dm
Da-la-la-la-la, la-la
            N.C.
Da-la-la-la-la


Outro: Joy Crookes:
D7                  Dmaj7               D                Dmaj7
  Who was the only to tend to all your drama when you're gone?
                        D#m7            Gm                    D#m7
Who was the only one to water all your plants when you weren't home?
                      Dmj7              Gm                 Dmaj7
I was the only one to tell you all the truth that make you fall
                       Gm       Dmaj7
Am I the only one, the only one?
        N.C.
Oh, oh, oh, oh