Juice Wrldගේ 10 Feet ගීතයට ගිටාර් කෝඩ්ස්

[Intro]
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G#m F#
    Uh, I don't wanna try bruh
E | G#m | F# | E | G#m | F# | E | D#m | G#m | F# 
E | G#m | F# | E | G#m | F# | E | D#m 

[Verse]
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G#m F#                                      E
      Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
                    G#m                   F#
Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
E
 The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
        G#m
The mom thrasher
                          F#
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
E
 A straight tweak, so high I can't speak
     D#m
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
G#m F#
      Like I could be someone other than myself
E                                           G#m
 Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
                     F#
Yeah I know it never ever end well
              E
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
G#m F#
Uh, like abracadabra
    E
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
D#m
Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum
G#m                               F#
   I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
E                                             G#m                  F#               
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like   a cannibal Rip off  his head and I 
           E                    G#m
salvage it, huh A little too gra
phic
                F#
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
   E                                      D#m
Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back
And its been that way since way back since
G#m F#
      Like I'm a killer or somethin'
             E
These niggas lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
    G#m                           F#
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'
        E             G#m     F#
I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets
          E             D#m
Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet

[Outro 1]
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Bm A
    Times ten feet
G Bm     A                                        Bm                A
    Fuck love, it's gon' take more to convince me,  that you with me
And not against me
G
 Where I'm from we loaded up
    Bm              A
Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat

[Outro 2]
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D