Backyard chords by Travis Scott
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: (Sounds of chips being eaten) 'Aight play the shit Yuh, yuh, yuh Verse 1: Am Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth F Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high Dm From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am F Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott Dm Over one lost trip to the sky Am F Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale Dm When you said I could make it this high Am Who knew? God dammit who knew? F Am F Dm The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue Am F You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes Dm You ready to ride, that's true Am F When they look in my eyes, they see that real Dm How Scotty entired that juice Am Had my back against that wall F Dm Every summer felt so cold Am My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall F Dm That's why my pimp game so moist Am Had that du-rag and all F Dm Had a 20 year old bitch in high school Am Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do F Dm On the south side of that HOU Am Hollup, let's take it back to that room F Dm No car but still had drive Am Just a hundred niggas standin' outside F Dm Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot Am I'ma ride for all of my niggas F Dm They forever here by my side Am It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom F Dm No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah Refrain: Am F Yeah yeah forreal Dm Am F Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga Dm Am F Let it be known, yeah it's that real Dm Am F Dm Yeah yeah forreal Am F Dm Forreal Am F Dm Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout Am F Dm We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real Am F Dm Yeah, forreal Hook: Bm Am Backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Bm Am Homie brought out the liquor Bm Am Backyard, we gettin' high Bm Am Back-backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we gettin' high Bm Am Backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Bm Am Homie brought out the liquor Bm Am Backyard, we gettin' high Bm Am Back-backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we gettin' high Verse 2: Am F Verses, one day you'll find your purpose Dm Am Now my show's packed out like churches F Dm Fans never missin' out a word on the verses Am Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it F Dm That's for certain, I deserve it Am F Dm Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby Am Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service Am F Dm She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous Am F Dm Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent Am F Dm If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens Am F Dm And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me Am, F Dm No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey Am F Dm Am You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs F Dm And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real Refrain: Am F Yeah yeah forreal Dm Am F Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga Dm Am F Let it be known, yeah it's that real Dm Am F Dm Yeah yeah forreal Am F Dm Forreal Am F Dm Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout Am F Dm We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real Am F Dm Yeah, forreal Hook: Bm Am Backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Bm Am Homie brought out the liquor Bm Am Backyard, we gettin' high Bm Am Back-backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we gettin' high Bm Am Backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Bm Am Homie brought out the liquor Bm Am Backyard, we gettin' high Bm Am Back-backyard, we chillin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Bm Am Back-backyard, we gettin' high
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