Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
Ab G Cm Fm
Ab G Cm Fm
[Chorus]
Ab G
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab G
Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ab G
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab G
I got problems with my spending, all these horses in my engine
Cm Fm
Doing eighty in a thirty, but I'm never in a hurry
Ab G
Screaming, "La-di-da-di-da-di, all I wanna do is party"
Cm Fm
Drinkin' bottles of Moscato, takin' pictures with a model
Ab G
Stayin' up until the morning, wish that I was more discerning
Cm Fm
Goin' wild like coyote, where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah
[Chorus]
Ab G
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab G
Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ab G Cm
Blow out the blunt smoke, sound of the shotgun
Fm Ab
I wanted smoke so I went out and I got some
Ab G Cm
Live in dog years and I feel twenty-six
Fm Ab
Yeah, I'm old bitch but I learn new tricks
Ab G Cm
Better learn quick or end up like green bricks
Fm Ab
You say you smoke real trees, they look like little sticks
Ab G Cm Fm
We don't smoke trees, we smoke tree sized dicks, uhhhh
[Chorus]
Ab G
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab G
Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
[Outro]
Bb C Dm
Bb C Dm F
Bb C Dm
Bb C Dm F
Bb C Dm Bb
I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado, interior gas station McDonald's
Bb C Dm F Bb
I left my cell phone dead at the house, I see the stars when the sun goes down
Bb C Dm F Bb
Somebody's making money off of my problems, the way that you're talking, you'd better wear a condom
Bb C Dm C Bb
I smell cowards and sons of a bitch, everything quick all smells like shit
Bb C Dm Bb
I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado, interior gas station McDonald's
Bb C Dm C F
I left my cell phone dead at the house, I see the stars when the sun goes down
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