Chicago Boy

Bm9 =    7 9 7 7 7 9
Bm6 =    7 9 9 7 9 7


[Intro]
F#m9 F#m9 Bm9 Bm6

F#m9 F#m9 Bm9                Bm6
           Woah, woah, woah-woah

[Verse 1]
F#m9            F#m9
 Needed some Ricolas
             Bm9
Stepped in CVS
                Bm6
Saw you in the corner
                 F#m9
I was lookin' a mess
            F#m9
You didn’t notice
                Bm9
Jason was instigatin'
                    Bm6
I wanna bring you closer
          F#m9  F#m9
Tired of waitin'
          Bm9    Bm9
Tired of waitin’ (ooh)


[Chorus]
F#m9
 Said listen, baby

I know that I'm speedin' up this 
vibe
F#m9
 Is you gon' judge me

If I fuck you 'fore I catch this 
flight?
Bm9
 No freakin' worries

I just want to get you comfortable
Bm6
 I need you now

But I don't wanna get your feelings 
broke


[Post-Chorus]
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F#m9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
F#m9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Bm9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Bm6
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah


[Verse 2]
F#m9                F#m9
 Why your smile so pearly?
                    Bm9
Earrings look like dimes
                  Bm6
It's not a deal breaker
                  F#m9
You’ll be fly in time
                       F#m9
Won’t you come to my show?
                Bm9
After, we can leave
               Bm6
Rid all your clothes
              F#m9 F#m9
Lost in the sheets (ayy)
                  Bm9  Bm6
Get lost in the sheets


[Chorus]
F#m9
 Said listen, baby

I know that I'm speedin' up this 
vibe
F#m9
 Is you gon' judge me

If I fuck you 'fore I catch this 
flight?
Bm9
 No freakin' worries

I just want to get you comfortable
Bm6
 I need you now

But I don't wanna get your feelings 
broke


[Post-Chorus]
F#m9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah
 F#m9
Wanna get your feelings broke
     Bm9
No, no (oh)
 Bm9
Wanna get your feelings broke


[Bridge]
      F#m9
Might, might bend it over

Love you like Sosa
 F#m9
Rolls Royce on my iPhone

Need you a little longer
Bm9                              Bm6
 Ricolas ain't doin' enough for me

On this east, baby where you at now?


[Interlude]
F#m9 F#m9 Bm9 Bm6

F#m9
 Ooh
F#m9
 Ooh
Bm9
 Ooh
Bm9
 Ooh, ooh oh


[Otro]
F#m9                              
 Alright, all the niggas in here, 
leave, please, on the count of three
F#m9
 because I need to talk to my 
bitches.
Bm9                            
 All the niggas in here, because 
                             Bm9
it's about to get real. I need to 
know if you guys are really ready to
 be my
N.C.
friend because it gets real, it gets
 gross, it gets terrifying. Are you 
ready? Niggas, get the hell out.
N.C.
If you're part of my job, label, go 
right now 'cause it's about to get 
disgusting. It's about to get so
N.C.
fuckin' freaky. Get out.