Call Ticketron chords by Run The Jewels
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: Ticketron:
Gm F
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Gm F
Live from the Garden
Verse 1: El-P:
Gm F
Run The Jewels live at the Garden
Gm F
Lickin' off shots and we aim for the darkness
Gm
Make it get hot for a target
F Gm
Kids cook s'mores off the crotch of our targets
F
Kumbaya bitch
Gm F
Buckle up lil' trooper
Gm F
You can't get past me, I'm stuck in the future
Gm F
The shit ain't all it's cracked up to be
Gm F
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
Verse 2: Killer Mike:
Gm F
You can tell by the stench in the air
Gm F
Blood's on the ground, opportunity is here
Gm F
I'm lookin' into space like, "Is anybody there?
Gm F
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Gm F
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
Gm F
I'll wait your reply with a blunt and a beer."
Gm F
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Gm F
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here
Hook: El-P and Ticketron:
Gm F
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Gm F
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Gm F
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Gm F
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-
Verse 3: El-P:
Gm F
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Gm F
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
Gm
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
F
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Gm F
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
Gm F
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Gm F
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
Gm F
The boy's back turnin' his slacks to all yella (Prick)
Gm F Gm F
It's a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Gm F
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther
Gm F
heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Gm F
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin'
Gm F
I put that on mom, she ain't raise a Vic
Gm F
Lil' fucknuts, sit
Gm F
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole shit
Verse 4: Killer Mike:
Gm F
Live from the stage of the garden
Gm F
We be the realest of the killers of the fuck shit squadron
Gm F
Movin' through the streets and we lootin,' robbin'
Gm F
Mobbin,' marchin', carrying a carbine
Gm F
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Gm F
Jesse James gang, we'll walk you through the process
Gm F
You don't wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
Gm F
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Gm F
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
Gm F
'cause for real the money money ain't the mother fuckin' object
Gm F
We just like excitement, gun fights, indictments
Gm F
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Gm F
Ooh, its the thrill of the kill
Gm F
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin' wheel
Gm F
Cops coulda' had the boy jammed I fear
Gm F
But like Eddie Kane I made it I'm here
Hook: El-P and Ticketron:
Gm F
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Gm F
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Gm F
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Gm F
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-
Verse 5: Killer Mike:
Gm
I'm the sama lama doo ma lama danger dick'll do your mama
Gm
Skeeter with the peeter, never eat her, tell her see ya later
Gm
Holla 'bout tomorrow, baby, I ain't got to holler (Vroom, vroom)
Gm F
My Impala pop a pussy, pop a collar
Gm F
Pop a pill then chill, no Bill, no Cosby
Gm F
Not a raper or a taker, bonafide heartbreaker
Gm F
Hit her once, hit her twice, then tell her see ya later
Gm F
Got head, watch Vice at her home in Decatur
Verse 6: El-P:
Gm F
Full clip, I'm a little bit sick, come equipped
Gm Gm
Look at what I did for the grit, got it lit, what a cinch
F Gm
Brought 'em just a little pinch of the truth, and they flip
F
Now they hanging from my shit, lil’ bit
Gm F
It’s the Mensch, the myth
Gm F
I do push-ups nude on the edge of cliffs
Gm F
The jewels come quick, all gold and bricked
Gm
Click, click, boxer cutter spit
F
Brother, what a trip
Hook: El-P and Ticketron:
Gm F Eb
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Eb
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Li-li-live from the garden
Eb
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Gm F
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Eb
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Gm F
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Eb
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-
Outro: Ticketron:
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