Chord Kudzu by Left At London

Chord Kudzu Left At London - Kunci gitar dasar paling akurat untuk pemula, lengkap dengan lirik lagu asli. CHORD Intro F#m A E D F#m A E D PART I F#m Is it greener where you are now? A Do you need it to be green? E I could take over your garden D I just need to be seen F#m Is it beautiful, your garden? A Are there flowers where you stand? E Do you need them to be hidden? D I can give you a hand F#m A Could I stay one more night E D Until I go home F#m A It’s just one more night E I swear I’ll be gone after that D Till you come crawling back to me next N.C. PART II Intro: William Crooks Shit Dmaj7 Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself Dmaj7 Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells? Dmaj7 Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself Dmaj7 Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells? Verse 1: Left at London Dmaj7 F#m Now I’ve been in therapy half my life and I feel the same I feel insane, daily Dmaj7 F#m And I would do whatever just to get me through Dmaj7 And it doesn’t really work like that But it helps F#m If you wanted dishonesty You better see someone else Dmaj7 Believe me, I get it I’ve been struggling too F#m Not the greatest way to heal But it’s something to do until Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks Dmaj7 I’m put aside Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself Dmaj7 I’m terrified Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells? Dmaj7 I’m put aside Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself Dmaj7 I’m terrified Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells? Interlude: William Crooks Dmaj7 Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back F#m Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back Dmaj7 Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back F#m Grew it from the ground so hell yeah you know I’m smoking that Verse 2: Left at London Dmaj7 My friends are addicts F#m Some are still, but some got sober Dmaj7 And I wanna say I’m jealous F#m But it’s been three days without And now I’m over it Dmaj7 I was so sure that F#m I’d be cured as I got older Dmaj7 But it’s been three hundred years F#m And I still feel bitter, scared And inconsiderate Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks Dmaj7 I’m put aside Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself Dmaj7 I’m terrified Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells? Dmaj7 I’m put aside Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself Dmaj7 I’m terrified Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself F#m One day I might know if it was justified, eh But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells? Outro: William Crooks Dmaj7 F#m Shit, they never ask how the fuck he is, you know? Shit Dmaj7 F#m Dmaj7 F#m Dmaj7 F#m