Broken Whiskey Glass by post Malone
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
       Am                             G      Em
I done drank Codeine from a broken whiskey glass
       Am                              G         Em
I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass
       Am                         G        Em
Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back
           Am                                  G        Em
So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass
      Am                       G       Em
And I won't go on, like a highway to hell
      Am                                G     Em
Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
      Am                                           G       Em
And I woke up and my room's fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel
Am                            G                Em
Where I go next, now, only time will tell
Chorus
Am  Em
Ooo ooooh ooh
Verse 2
       Am                                       G        Em
I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a shit
       Am                                   G        Em
I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget
        Am
Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist
           Em
They ain't never listened now I'm makin' them hits so I'm fuckin' your bitch
      Am
No it ain't nothin' fickle for me to forget that you ever exist
        Em
Bet you member my name when I pull up and dab with that, doesn't exist, skrrr
*****
[Rap]
      Am
Spill lean on supreme last Saturday, let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey
            Em
Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine
                                                           Am
At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed
Am
Smokin' my dope, beggin' that that be the code
              Em
Man, don't be silly, that shit you rockin' is old
Em
Like it's been years since you been to the store
               Am
Feel like Meek Milly but I ain't from Philly
Am
I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie
              Em
I do this for really and for my family
Em
Some shade every night, man, it's all so familiar
                 Am
The bitches they killin' me
Am
Like, bitch are you kiddin' me?
Am
Ballin', that shit, that shit killin' me
              Em
You can't get rid of me
Em
Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry
Chorus
Am  Em
Ooo ooooh ooh