Lil nas x, industry baby

Lil Nas X (acordes/chords)

Industry baby

G#m               Bb

Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy

D#m                                 F-F#

Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy

G#m                   Bb

That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy

D#m              

Throw it back, ayy

                         G#m       Bb

And this one is for the champions

                       D#m

I ain't lost since I began, yeah

                          F-F#-G#m

Funny how you said it was the end, yeah

Bb                   D#m

Then I went did it again, yeah

D#m-F   F# G#m             Bb

I told you long ago on the road

                D#m

I got what they waiting for

              F-F#-G#m

I don't run from nothing, dog

         Bb                         D#m

Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low

                F-F#-G#m                   Bb

You was never really rooting for me anyway

                        D#m

When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say

             F-F#-G#m                    Bb

He don't run from nothin', dog get your soldiers

                  D#m

tell 'em that the break is over

                       G#m

Uh, need to, uh need to get this album done

       Bb

Need a couple number on?s

       D#m

Need a plaque on every song

Need m? like one with Nicki now

           G#m

Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hah

          Bb

I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah

             D#m

I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah

                                    G#m

But these niggas bitches like Madea,

          Bb             D#m

Oh, let's do it I ain't fall off, 

I just ain't release my new shit

       G#m                     Bb

I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me

            D#m

You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie

G#m                 Bb                            

My track record so clean, they couldn't wait to 

   D#m

just bash me I must be gettin' too flashy,

                                    G#m 

y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me 

                         Bb                           

It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls 

              D#m

know that I'm nasty I sent her back to her boyfriend 

                         G#m

with my handprint on her ass cheek

Bb                      D#m

City talkin', we takin' notes

Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts

                                G#m

Wish he could, but he can't get close

               Bb                                    

OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' 

D#m

toasts I'm the type that you can't control, 

                            G#m

said I would, then I made it so

                 Bb                              D#m      

I don't clear up rumors, where's y'all sense of humor?

I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby 

G#m                             Bb

boomers Turned my haters to consumers, 

                             D#m

I make vets feel like they juniors                  G#m

Say your time is comin' soon, but just like Oklahoma 

               Bb                            D#m

Mine is comin' sooner, I'm just a late bloomer 

I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here 

        G#m                       Bb

gettin' cuter All these social networks and computers

          D#m

Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers