This is the chords of Dhl by Frank Ocean on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[Intro]
Fmaj7 Em7 Am
Look at that, look at that
Fmaj7 Em7 Am
What is that [?]
Fmaj7 Em7 Am
Uh Uh, uh Uh, uh… Uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Fmaj7 Em7
Uh… Look at them shakes, uh-huh
Am
Made up a dance
How come you shook?
Fmaj7
But I ain\’t took out my hands
Em7 Am
Benz, Star-bucks, starstruck
Fmaj7
Bitch comin\’ soon
Em7 Am
That\’s \’cause you suck (Suck me)
Fmaj7 Em7
That\’s comin\’ soon, yeah (Suck my dick, huh)
Am
I\’m in my bag
Fmaj7
I\’m in my bag, stay alert
Em7 Am
Cause\’ of my chains, findin\’ the key, pardon me
Fmaj7
Totin\’ the Amazon
Em7 Am
Shit like 6\’5\” (Shit like 6\’5\”)
Fmaj7
Take back, rewind (No, rewind)
Em7 Am
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine (Baby be mine)
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine
[Chorus]
Fmaj7
Got a pack, came from DHL
Em7
Just got up with a pack
Am
Got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up on a pill
Fmaj7
Got a pack, fuckin\’ with Saturday chill
Em
Just got up on a pack
Am
Got a pack came from DHL
Just got up on a pill
G
Got a pack came from DHL
Just got up on a pill
Got a pack came from DHL
Just got up on a pill
Count it up, gotta…
[Verse 2]
C Bm Em
Niggas think it\’s new, it ain\’t new, boy
C
Old files just turned two, yeah, flu, yeah
Bm Em
Still sound like it\’s comin\’ soon, comin\’ soon, yeah
C
Still sound like it\’s comin\’ soon, tell the truth
Bm Em
Boy toy suck me like a hoover, like a hoover
C
Boy toy ride me like a Uber, like a Uber
Bm Em
Smiley face, factory casing, buss it down, yeah
I love it
C
I forgave it, violations, ain\’t seen \’em around, yeah
Could test it
Bm
Wavy pool, sippin\’ on a pool
Em
I\’m tellin\’ the truth bro
Run me a trade, brushin\’ his waves
C
Shit look like ramen noodles
Bm Em
Fck this shit sound like it\’s comin\’ soon, comin\’ soon bro
C
And it still sound like it\’s comin\’ soon, comin\’ soon
Bm Em
New files sittin\’ on my drive, nothin\’ new, yeah
C
New vibes and I can\’t get down, what you do, yeah
Bm Em
New vibes, really can\’t get down to the pool, yeah
C
New gliss sittin\’ on the sis, on my wrist, yeah
Bm Em
New bitch ridin\’ on my dick like a kick, yeah
C
All in the day and I paid for the studio rate, instead of the rent, yeah
Bm Em
Now I can hang in this bitch every day waitin\’ for some inspiration to hit me
C
Look like I\’m dressed for a hike but I really look like I\’m in Paris and shit, yeah
Bm Em
Look like I\’m dressed for a camp \’cause I\’m pitchin\’ up that, like I\’m pitchin\’ a tent, yeah
This ain\’t no fuckin\’ hopes and dreams, prophecy
C Bm Em
All these sleeve wafers and the coffee bean
C
Roman numerals, niggas wanna buy me weed exposed
Bm
Double D\’s exposed, post some beats
C Bm Em
Fuckin\’ these hoes, leave, now my fuckin\’ floor stores
Move me slow, yes
D
Roofie tea, ice ecstasy, hold em\’
C Bm
You seen my bag, it\’s swole at the MOMA, I can\’t even fold it
Am
I drop you a pin like I\’m bowling
You want it so now you my opponent
F Em
Breakfast and dinner is plenty, we spend all that time alone, alone
Watchin\’ the clouds, woah, oh
[Chorus]
C
Got a pack, came from DHL
Bm
Just got up with a pack
Em
I got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up with a pack
C
I got a pack, oh, pack, yeah
Bm
Just got up with a pack
Em
I got a pack from DHL
Just got up on a pill (and it\’s woo)
C
I got a pack, came from DHL
Bm
Just got up with a pack
Em
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just came up with a pack
C
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Bm
Chick just got up with a pack
Em
I got a pack, over at DHL
Chick just got up with a pack
[Outro]
C Bm
Independent drug sellin\’ records out the trunk
Em
I\’m already rich as fck so the products in the front
C Bm
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
Em C
But we been fuckin\’ from the jump