Violent Crimes Guitar Chords by Kanye West

Violent Crimes Guitar Chords by Kanye West

[Intro]
(Amaj)        (Amaj7)     (Amaj)               (Amaj7)
Fallin', dreamin', talkin' in your sleep
                   (Bmin7)            (Emaj)
I know you want to cry all night, all night
(Amaj)         (Amaj7)     (Amaj)
Plottin', schemin', finding
(Amaj7)                        (Bmin7)
Reason to defend all of your violent nights
       (Emaj)
Promise me


[Chorus]
(Amaj)                           (Amaj7)
Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw
(Dmaj)                           Gmaj7
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
(F#min7)                     (Fmin7)   (Emin7)
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw
(F#min7)                      (Fmin7)         (Emin7)
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night)
(F#min7)                     (Fmin7)  (Emin7)
They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off
(Dmaj)                 (Bmaj)                      (C#7)
Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off

Colors drippin' off


[Verse]
(Amaj)                                   (Amaj7)
Niggas is savage, niggas is monsters
                           (Amaj)
Niggas is pimps, niggas is players
                        (Amaj7)
'Til niggas have daughters, now they precautious
       (Bmin7)
Father forgive me, I'm scared of the karma
                                       (Emaj)
'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture

Not somethin' to conquer
                                       (Amaj)
I hope she like Nicki, I'll make her a monster
                  (Amaj7)
Not havin' menages, I'm just being silly
               (Amaj)                               (Amaj7)
I answered the door, like Will Smith and Martin

Nigga do we have a problem?
               (Bmin7)
Matter of fact Marlon, this ain't Meet the Fockers
                                   (Emaj)
I'll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges
N.C.
No, daddy don't play, not when it come to they daughters
                  N.C.
Don't do no yoga, don't do pilates

Just play piano and stick to karate
            (Amaj)                                              (Amaj7)
I pray your body's draped more like mine and not like your mommy's
                                (Dmaj)
Just bein' salty, but niggas is nuts
                                   Gmaj7
And I am a nigga, I know what they want
                                         (F#min7)
I pray that you don't get it all at once
       (Fmin7)              (Emin7)
Curves under your dress, I know it's pervs all on the net
(F#min7)                 (Fmin7)
All in the comments, you wanna vomit
(Emin7)
That's your baby, you love her to death
    (F#min7)                  (Fmin7)
Now she cuttin' class and hangin' with friends
        (Emin7)
You break a glass and say it again
    (Dmaj)
She can't comprehend the danger she's in
   (Bmaj)
If you whoop her ass, she move in with him
     (C#7)
Then he whoop her ass, you go through it again
N.C.
But how you the devil rebukin' the sin?
      (Amaj)
Let's pray we can put this behind us
  (Amaj7)
I swear that these times is the wildest
            (Dmaj)
She got the scars, they serve as reminders
Gmaj7                           (F#min7)         (Fmin7)        (Emin7)
Blood still on her pajamas, but yesterday is dead, yeah
                   (F#min7)                  (Fmin7)                     (Emin7)
Moment of silence, next she'll be off to college and then at the altar
                               (F#min7) (Fmin7)                 (Emin7)
'Cause she know that niggas is savage, niggas is monsters
                           (Dmaj)                                  (Bmaj)
Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters
(C#7)     
Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters


[Chorus]
(Amaj)                           (Amaj7)
Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw
(Dmaj)                           Gmaj7
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
(F#min7)                     (Fmin7)   (Emin7)
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw
(F#min7)                      (Fmin7)         (Emin7)
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night)
(F#min7)                     (Fmin7)  (Emin7)
They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off
(Dmaj)                 (Bmaj)                      (C#7)
Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off

Colors drippin' off
8 months ago

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