Hunting My Own Skin chords by Yung Lean
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro:
A C#m x4
Hook:
A C#m A
We were on the throne, living on our own
A E C#m E A
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in)
A E
She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands
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A C#m A
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect
Verse 1:
A E
Wrist, diamonds, ice, neon green lights
E A
Don't care about the price, I cop it, I smash it, this size
A C#m
Wrist, diamonds, ice, percocet, my Sprite
E
Percys in my Sprite, Louis bag, three stripes
A C#m
As I walk through the fire with my wings
D
I could only stop for this iron like a lane
A C#m
She just want to pop all the molly in the Benz
F#m
I've been getting rich, making money with my friends
A C#m
Bitch, we off them shits, time to stay until the end
C#m
I'm just trynna pop all the bottles, fuck the feds
D A C#m
I got 50 pills all up in our money bags
D E C#m A
She gon' watch how I spend it, like, just to get it back
A C#m
Sitting on the field, snakes through the money tracks
C#m A
Breaking in and entering, bitch we popping tags
A C#m
Keep the fire burning off a blunt like candle wax
C#m A
Burning down your money 'til it ain't nothing to stacks
Hook:
A C#m A
We were on the throne, living on our own
A E C#m E A
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in)
A E
She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands
A C#m A
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect
Verse 2:
A C#m
Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite
E
Living my life, I'm alright, shawty, she my type
A
Die for this I might, chains all freeze outside
E
Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite
A C#m
As I hop by the avenue with my wing
Baby don't stop, wanna give you everything
A C#m
When we off them rocks, I'mma tell you everything
D C#m
Soap on my shoes and on my heart, it's getting thin
A C#m
But you're a butterfly riding through the desert winds
F#m C#m
I'm a really bad, I love all the finer things
A C#m
When I come close, close to you I can't sin
Heaven knows I'm bad, but Lord, I can't fix a thing
A C#m
Fly too close to the sun, my wings give in
C#m F#m D
I gave you my whole life, don't owe you a thing
A C#m
As I chose life and this rug made of mink
Burning down the Winter 'cause I'm over everything
Hook:
A C#m A
We were on the throne, living on our own
A E C#m E A
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in)
A E
She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands
A C#m A
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect Last updated: