The Worst

F G Am Em

[Verse]
F
She’s your bestie, she a worstie
G
Good God, girl he thirsty, she wanna
 murk me
Am
Pull a sin, tryna curse me, wanna 
hearse me
Em
Set me up and put me down, why you 
wanna hurt me?
F
I just got a good heart, but she got
 it lurking
G
You know I been workin’ hard, shorty
 came to purse me
Am
I was tryna keep it clean, baby 
wanna perc me
Em
Got me all off in my zone, singin' 
"Lord have mercy"
F
And I hate to be alone, she said not
 to worry
G
We could party for tonight, but she 
dippin’ early
Am
I’m still higher than a kite, 
happens how she turvy
Em
And my body feel alive, I don’t 
think it’s earthly
F
Feel it comin’ in the air, that’s 
the law of Murphy
G
Plantin’ cemetery seeds, life is 
gettin’ murky
Am
Know it’s poison, but you drink, 
‘cause you like ‘em curvy
Em
Want no fog in front of cold, now 
your vision blurry
F
Got these suicidal thoughts, she 
said it’s your journey
G
Take a look over the edge, I ain’t 
even nervy
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Am
Haven’t even talked to God, I don’t 
feel I’m worthy
Em
If I make my bed in hell, would He 
show me mercy?
F
Pardon every single sin, that’s a 
controversy
G
Got some questions I would ask, why 
You take ‘em early?
Am
Now I’m gettin’ off of track, that’s
 a lil’ churchy
Em
Cut the bottom to the skin, leave 
the top curly
F
Hit the shower, double up, ‘cause 
I’m ridin’ dirty
G
Mama civil engineer, Daddy an 
attorney
Am
But she out here playin’ sides, born
 and raised in Berkeley
Em
Ain’t the homicidal type, but she 
shoot it sturdy
F
Only knew her three months, greeted 
me with curtsy
G
Hundred-fifty soakin’ wet, how she 
gonna hurt me
Am
Put that dagger on my right, in the 
end a gurney
Em
She went on livin’ the life, you was
 gettin’ buried

F

[Chorus]
G
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Em
Oh my Lord, oh my God
F
Can You hear me?

Don’t take long
G
I been strugglin’

And in sorrow
Am
‘Bout to pop off

‘Fore I get gone
Em
Oh my Lord, oh my God
F
Can You hear me?

Don’t take long
G
I been strugglin’

And in sorrow
Am
‘Bout to pop off

‘Fore I get gone

Em

F G Am Em

[Otro]
F
‘Fore I get gone, woah
G
Yeah

Am Em