Gold Coast Tabulatur von Rich Brian

C
C7
Sit your ass back down, man, who you fightin'?
                                       F
Actin' like that shit gon' solve your problems
      Dm7                                 F
These bad bitches ain't lookin' for your kindness
                              C7
I don't even got my driver's license

All my friends got New Year's resolutions
                                                  Fmaj7
Why you still the same, lil' bitch, it's already November

Got so many nights I turned upside-down in my camera

Sleepin' just to get a little pause from all this noise
Cmaj7
Up in my temple, close my eyes for ten more motherfuckin' minutes

Beg your pardon, am I in your way, well, I don't give no fuck now
Fmaj7
Saw you switchin' up months in advance, you lost my trust now
                            C7
I just made a new friend, she don't call me 'less we fuckin'

Crazy how the days pass you by

We get lost in findin' ourselves

Forget the way home, forget what is wrong and right
                     Fmaj7
But thick and thin, you know we gon' fight
                 F
(We gon' fight, we gon' fight)
                            C7
All my brodies ride with me to the end

If it's problems, then just girl tell me what's the issue
C
They talk about wantin' change

But they know they still gon' ask why you tryna be new
F
You swear that she ridin' with you

But tell me, why she be riding me too?
             D7
The smell of rose water mist on her face
                                     C
It got me cursed, baby, now I can't move

It's 2 A.M. In Gold Coast
                        F
What time is it there? Send me a text, girl

Tell me how you been
Fmaj7                     C                      C7   F   Fmaj7  C
Just help me think about somethin' else
C7                                    C           C7
Sit your ass back down, man, who you fightin'?
                                       F
Actin' like that shit gon' solve your problems
Fmaj7
These bad bitches ain't lookin' for your kindness

I don't even got my driver's-
C7
Over second guessin', I don't know, I just can't help it
          C
I can't keep on bein' friendly, I cannot trust anybody
           F
Where was you when I needed you the most? Don't call me friend
      Am7        B7                             F                  C7
You never showed up, the only time you hear my voice is on the radio now
            C
All the rules were meant to be broken
                        Gm          C
When I come back, let's fuck on the tarmac

Don't seal wounds, let's keep this shit open
         Dm                G
Wait for me, and then I'ma go in

Left hand on you, right, I'ma a Trojan
                  Dm7
Baby, I just want you to be on it
               F                   D
We too old to do the friendzonin', ayy
D
Sleepin' on me, you knew, that you not supposed to

Flowin' just like Luda on the track
                   F
I'm livin' large, I got a vision

She look like a vixen
                     Dm
And don't be startin' shit

We both know you cannot finish

(F is for forgiveness)
C
Changing up my fate, shoutout goes to 88

You know we not playin' safe, I got papers in the safe
Fmaj7
My ears don't need no cables, all love, I'm not a hater
                        F                          C  C7  F  Fmaj7  F C
Found my love in Asia, she always lift my face up

It's 2 A.M. In Gold Coast
                        F
What time is it there? Send me a text, girl

Tell me how you been
                            C
Just help me think about somethin' else

F  Fmaj7         C  C7  C