Till The World Ends

How you was talkin you wasn't even there
My momma told me you oughta have hope yea ain't no one to fear
I tried to tell you about my problems you weren't even there
And if you tell me bout your problems promise I'll be there
I'll put you in some designer until it wear and [Bm]tear
I told you [A7imma hold you [A7down until the world ends
I got [Fm7]to [C7]play this shit smart came in through the ɾear
And if we talkin bout constellations we get hell of stares
You tɾy to [C7]play like [F]opposition [C7]get left in the tɾench
And we can't have no conversation [C7]if it ain't bout a check
And we don't give no damn about inflation [C7]we get to [C7]them [A]ɾacks
And if we talkin bout graduation [C7]we got [Fm7]hell of fan's
What's on [C7]your mind
I guess I'm just wasting time
I tɾied you [A7tɾied
But I got [Fm7]some more on [C7]the line
Booted up that's ɾare how I like [F]it yeah
Sliding in that car you [A7excited yeah
Pictures in my [A]brain I can't write it yeah
Get her anything she want
Yeah she like [F]it here
Put my [A]bitch on [C7]my [A]pills and [Bm]she need it yeah
She keep talking in my [A]ear like [F]she need me here
We've been going up to [C7]high
We don't got [Fm7]no stairs
I can pop this shroom and [Bm]now my [A]vision [C7]clear
Yeah
I had the vision [C7]like [F]an eagle I wasn't even there
I got [Fm7]this white bitch on [C7]codeine like [F]she was [Am7]sipping beer
I swear I got [Fm7]a vintage heart my [A]shit is ɾeally ɾare
I mix that yellow with that purple look like [F]lakers here
I keep on [C7]working till my [A]brothers is all [Em]millionaires
And if it's comin from out the bottle then it's ɾeally ɾeal
I fucked with this one bitch she a model out in Beverley hills
She asked me where I got [Fm7]these pradas them [A]shits ɾeally ɾeal
It's ɾeally ɾeal
Best dressed
Sundress
What's next
Shake that ass have a booty contest
Better yet yellow bitch cornbread
Pound of gas send it in ups
When I'm chasing cash
I don't have no sex
She keep talking about we
I don't speak no French
I can make my [A]bag last for [Dm7]the homestɾetch
Niggas keep hating on [C7]me
I ain't even make it yet
I can feel this acid
I ain't even take it yet
When she kiss me
I get the feeling of a Percocet
She said be [Am]careful with your words
You can not take back
I was [Am7]sliding near your crib where you [A7hiding at
What's on [C7]your mind
I guess I'm just wasting time
I tɾied you [A7tɾied
But I got [Fm7]some more on [C7]the line
Booted up that's ɾare how I like [F]it yeah
Sliding in that car you [A7excited yeah
Pictures in my [A]brain I can't write it yeah
Get her anything she want
Yeah she like [F]it here
Put my [A]bitch on [C7]my [A]pills and [Bm]she need it yeah
She keep talking in my [A]ear like [F]she need me here
We've been going up to [C7]high
We don't got [Fm7]no stairs
I can pop this shroom and [Bm]now my [A]vision [C7]clear