Song Scale: C Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 60
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
Ab Fm Gm Cm
Yeah
Right here?
[VERSE]
Ab Fm Gm
Fight just to fuck, just to fight again
Cm Ab
World War III justified in bed
Fm Gm
Mess me up, now we ain’t even friends
Gm Cm
But the truth is I’m kind of tired of
(Pre-Chorus)
Ab Fm
Pretending that I was the guilty one
Gm Cm
I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah
Ab Fm
Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
Gm Cm
I never thought you’d leave me two for two again
(Chorus)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up, no
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up
Ab
To my ankles
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm
Ankles
Cm Ab
These bitches don’t make it to my ankles
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm Cm
Ankles
[VERSE]
Ab Fm Gm
Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
Gm Cm Ab
Apologize, but your Twitter said “No regrets”
Ab Fm Gm
I’d kill for a mute button in my head
Gm Cm
You are right, but I’m tired of
(Pre-Chorus)
Ab Fm
Pretending that I was the guilty one
Gm Cm
I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah
Ab Fm
Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
Gm Cm
I never thought you’d leave me two for two again
(Chorus)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up (Yah)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up
Ab
To my ankles (Period)
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm
Ankles (No, they don’t)
Cm Ab
These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm Cm
Ankles
[VERSE]
Why’s it always me that gotta feel bad? (Bad, bad)
You left me in a heartbeat, quick, fast (Fast, fast)
Couldn’t handle me in the quicksand
But you want me to hold you down like a kickstand? (Huh?)
Fuck you and whoever (Whoever)
I know that I’m better (Better), shout at me whenever (Yeah)
You show her the truth (Truth, truth), must suck to be you
You can’t be as selfish ’cause she won’t be amused
Can’t do right ’cause the bitch left you (Woah)
And it’s crazy ’cause
You had me lookin’ crazier than crazy does (Huh?)
It will never go back to the way it was
She’s not on my level, you could’ve done better
She wanna get under my skin, but
But I never could let her (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah)
I’m fly as a feather, baby, it’s levels
Baby, it’s levels (Ha)
(Chorus)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up (Yah)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up
Ab
To my ankles (Period)
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm
Ankles (No, they don’t)
Cm Ab
These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm Cm
Ankles
[VERSE]
Oh my God, this your bitch?
Oh my God, you make me sick
‘Cause I’m mad trouble, dripping in money and thick
But I’m back on my shit
Know that she doesn’t ride it like I used to ride it
That dick so hypnotic, that pussy psychotic
Feast on it, baby, like body-to-body (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The way that I do it compare to nobody
Esa, esa niña ni ma da por los tobillos (Jesús)
Tú sabes la pongo bien sencillo
Saying lights out, lights out
I doubt you’ll find anyone to measure up to me, boy
(Chorus)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up (Yah)
Ab Fm
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
Gm
You’ll ever find anyone
Cm
These bitches can’t measure up
Ab
To my ankles (Period)
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm
Ankles (No, they don’t)
Cm Ab
These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)
Fm
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Gm Cm
Ankles
[OUTRO]
Ab
Two feet, you’re shallow
Fm Gm
Too real, I know too well
Cm
Backwoods, you high
Ab
Backwards, two feet
Fm
Shallow, too real
Gm
I know two steps
Cm
Backwoods, you high
Cm
Backwards
Intro]
Yeah
Right here?
[Verse 1]
Fight just to fuck, just to fight again
World War III justified in bed
Mess me up, now we ain’t even friends
But the truth is I’m kind of tired of
[Pre-Chorus]
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah
Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
I never thought you’d leave me two for two again
[Chorus]
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You’ll ever find anyone
These bitches can’t measure up, no
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You’ll ever find anyone
These bitches can’t measure up
To my ankles
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Ankles
These bitches don’t make it to my ankles
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Ankles
[Verse 2]
Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
Apologize, but your Twitter said “No regrets”
I’d kill for a mute button in my head
You are right, but I’m tired of
[Pre-Chorus]
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah
Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn
I never thought you’d leave me two for two again
[Chorus]
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You’ll ever find anyone
These bitches can’t measure up (Yah)
Lights out, strike out, I doubt
You’ll ever find anyone
These bitches can’t measure up
To my ankles (Period)
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Ankles (No, they don’t)
These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)
Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah)
Ankles
[Outro]
Two feet, you’re shallow
Too real, I know too well
Backwoods, you high
Backwards, two feet
Shallow, too real
I know two steps
Backwoods, you high
Backwards, boy
Okay
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