Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
The first two lines of lyrics is a sample from the song "Notion"
by The Rare Occasions. The original chords are Bm9 and F#m9, played
by a guitar in a straight forward manner. The sample in MINE is slower
and lower pitched
Interestingly, for both chords, the melody starts on the nineth of the
scale - and this effect is used in MINE as well (by usinga sampled
melody part of "Notion").
The harmonic quality moves gradually from the minor nineth feeling to pur
minor quality. Starting in the middle of chorus one by using the "pure
minor" bass notes on minor nineth chords: Cbmaj7 with Eb in bass can
be understood as a Eb minor chord with added 6th.
While the sample of "Notion" with this quite open and ambiguous feeling
fades into the background, the minor chords get more and more prominent
until they are perfectly clear in the bridge.
[Intro]
Ebm Cbmaj7 Ebm Cbmaj7
Ebm Cbmaj7 Ebm/D Cbmaj7/D
Abm7 Cbmaj7 Gbmaj7
Sure, it's a calming notion, perpetual in motion
Abm7 Cbmaj7 Gbmaj7
But I don’t need the comfort of any lies
[Chorus]
Abm7
Said wish you're mine for a minute
Cbmaj7
Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish
Gbmaj7
Let’s forget about the past, don't care about feelings
Gbmaj7
But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit
Abm7
So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that
Cbmaj7
Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that
Gbmaj7
Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back
Gbmaj7
.45 strap, my lap, and I bust that
Abm7
Said wish you're mine for a minute
Cbmaj7/Eb
Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish
Gbmaj7/Bb
Let’s forget about the past, don't care about feelings
Gbmaj7/Bb
But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit
Abm7
So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that
Cbmaj7/Eb
Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that
Gbmaj7/Bb
Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back
Gbmaj7/Bb
.45 strap, my lap, and I bust that
[Verse]
Ab5 Eb5
'Cause I hate the feeling, thе feeling of feeling uncertain
Bb5
I'm textin' your phone, gеt a call every minute
Bb5 Ab5
And she wanted me back 'cause I'm makin' these stacks from my music, my music she diggin'
Eb5 Bb5
This used to be love but now you made it toxic, like, girl, can you tell me the difference?
Bb5
Just tell me the difference, said I'm reachin' my limit
Ab5
Hold on, can you give me a minute? Super rich, angelic
Eb5
Stupid with my bands, this love might dead it real quick
Bb5
Keep yo' thoughts, don't tell it
Bb5
Heart's been hurt, those texts, I read it,
Ab5
I'm hurt, Wish you never left me up
Eb5
I wish I never begged for love, I can't make this up
Bb5
Wonder why you call to fuck
Bb5
Can't trust 'cause I feel you gonna set me up
N.C.
Girl, fuck, huh? Damn (Damn, damn, damn)
[Bridge]
Ab5
I said like, "I wish that you was honest
Eb5
You hurt me, broke my promise"
Bb5 Bbm
Back then I prayed for months I'd get these bands and fill up my pockets
Abm Ebm
Louis fabric, leather jacket, automatic pistol, grab it
Bbm
Four chances that you had it
N.C.
Four times you stabbed my back, and
[Pre-Chorus]
Abm
I never been at loss for words
Ebm
But this time when you talk, it burns
Bbm
'Cause my life was the start to yours
Bbm
But I'm done, you the reason mine took a turn
Abm Ebm
Like, damn, L-O-L, said I'm laughin', cappin'
Bbm
Bitches on my dick, I'm tappin', tap it
Bbm
Give you my time for my racks and baggage
Bbm
Two, three shots cause havoc
[Chorus]
Ab5
Said wish you're mine for a minute
Eb5
Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish
Bbm
Let’s forget about the past, don't care about feelings
Bbm
But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit
Abm
So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that
Ebm
Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that
Bbm
Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back
Bbm
.45 strap, my lap, and I bust that
Abm
Said wish you're mine for a minute
Ebm
Needed more time for the love to fuckin' finish
Bbm
Let’s forget about the past, don't care about feelings
Bbm
But now I'm gettin' racks, my card no limit
Abm
So, bitch, like, fuck that, bitch, fuck that
Ebm
Gettin' bags, lil' bitch, you can't touch that
Bbm
Wi-wish I was never fuckin' up with your trust back
Bbm
.45 strap, my lap, and I bust that
[Outro]
N.C.
Bitch, like, fuck that (Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that)
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