Campfire Freestyle chords by Juice WRLD

Intro:
Em    D     Bm      A

Chorus:

   Em       D       Bm      A
(mumbling) Fall down

Em             D
I ain't finna fall down

 Bm                              A
Fourth quarter, shorty, I'mma a ball out

 Em                     D
Don't go to work, baby call out

 Bm                    A
Ain't no waitin', no stall now

Em            D
   I'm finna ball out

 Bm                         A
Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs

 Em                           D
Don't go to work, baby, just call out

 Bm                   A
(uh) In the bedroom, all out

Verse 1:

Em            D
Percs on the counter

                Bm
I can't wait to take 'em

                A
Blunts on the counter

               Em
Can't wait to face it

           D
Bad lil' bitch, yeah

            Bm
She be my favorite

         A                       Em
All my songs, they all on her playlists

                D                           Bm
I don't really know how to say it but I'mma say it

                 A                                G
I don't really know if she take it but she could take it

                                         A
I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix

                                           Em
Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin

Refrain:

D
Here it go

Bm                          A
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago

Em                 D
I thank God every day for this, a miracle

Bm              A
In the Trap House singing mingles, spirituals

  Em                 D                   Bm                 A
(Yeah) Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining

                          Em                    D
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing

              Bm                     A
I guess that means that the stars aligning

Verse 2:

Em               D
Gonna sing like CeCe Winans

Bm                 A
Changed shit just like the climate

Em              D
Sit back in my seat reclining

Bm                 A
I call that shit perfect timing

Em               D
I'm in another country getting new money

Bm               A
My money act depression, yeah that's blue money

Em                    D
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something

Bm                A                                     Em
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something   (uh, uh)

D                           Bm                           A
Listen to the way that, my flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap

Em                D
Pull up on the ceiling you get knocked like the bass back

Bm                      A
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at

Em            D
Eating good cocaine on a placemat

Bm                  A
And that's what a bitch put her face at

Outro:

G
Eating good cocaine on a placemat

A
And that's what a bitch put her face at