2 acessos
F#m Ready for it F#m I'm ready for it F#m A Yeah, ahh [Bridge: JAY-Z] A C#m Eastside nigga with the feets high Nigga with that Lisa, uh A C#m Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga F#m With that Eastside, that dance, uh [Verse 1: JAY-Z] A D Your eyes speak the truth when everything else lies F#m May pretend that we kin but the vibes don't fly F#m A Bruh, I survived readin' guys like you D A I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths A I seen eyes wide as they're about to shoot F#m You can be a hairpin off and you can trigger your roots A F#m I wave to these haters, don't give me dap A F#m A You know the world can see just how phony you act, bruh B A Y'all body language is all remedial F#m How could you see the difference between you and I? A My crash course was much tougher 'Round friends who kill they friends Then hug their friends' mothers And show up at the funeral, complete with blank stares F#m A Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there Memories may sneak down my cheek B A But I could see a side-eye in my sleep [Chorus: Frank Ocean] B F#m Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void B A Eyes open them up, check off the coins Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you B A I'm ready for earth, ready for real B Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there A So it seems, so you seem B A I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare B A In my dreams, in my dreams [Verse 2: JAY-Z] A I sat down with Prince, eye to eye F#m He told me his wishes before he died A Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind They only see green from them purple eyes A B They eyes hide, they eyes high A My eyes wide shut to all the lies F#m A These industry niggas, they always been fishy B F#m But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh A This guy had 'Slave' on his face B You think he wanted the masters with his masters? F#m You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house D A I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket B Don't big bro me, don't "Big Homie" F#m A I've seen pure admiration become rivals F#m A I've been to Paris at least two times F#m A I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful [Chorus: Frank Ocean] B F#m Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void B A Eyes open them up, check off the coins Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you B A I'm ready for earth, ready for real B Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there A So it seems, so you seem B A I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare B A In my dreams, in my dreams [Post-Hook: Frank Ocean] B I've been out of touch for a couple years A F#m A I've been ready for this for real F#m A Hopin' I can touch what I see F#m A 'Cause I've been ready for you, for real [Outro: JAY-Z] B Look, you've done enough F#m Have you no sense of decency, sir? B A At long last, have you left no sense of decency? F#m Eastside nigga with the feets high A Nigga with that Lisa, uh F#m A Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga F#m A With that Eastside, uh