CHORDS: Lil Skies – Going Off Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression

This is the chord progression of Going Off by Lil Skies on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

Bm
(Bm)Yeah
(Bm)It’s a lot of kings in this room, nigga
(Bm)In the room (Room)

(Bm)It’s a lot of kings in the room
(Bm)I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t know care what they assume
(Bm)I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose
(Bm)We’ve been makin hits since like 1992
(Bm)I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves
(Bm)Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes
(Bm)She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon
(Bm)I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do
(Bm)You’re fcking with that lame, only put the blame on you

(Bm)Big body bands blowin’ gas out the roof
(Bm)Nigga think it’s sweet until I punched him in his tooth
(Bm)We’re some real steppers, really goin’ with the mood
(Bm)He thought he had the juice until he came up on the news
(Bm)No cap, I was born to drip
(Bm)I tell them niggas come and get me, I ain’t runnin’ from shit
(Bm)My broski keep a Glock .30 just to unload a clip
(Bm)He ain’t shootin’ shots to miss if he bustin’ some rip
(Bm)Real hot boy like wait it, oh, I’m on my grind
(Bm)Bitch told me I’m a lunatic, I’m out my mind
(Bm)Got them diamonds Fiji in my mouth, you see me shine
(Bm)Niggas leechin’, tryna stick to me like porcupine

(Bm)You was loyal and then you turned fake (Fake)
(Bm)I don’t want none of your love, I’d rather stack cake (Cake)
(Bm)I don’t make of these songs with a straight face (Face)
(Bm)Foreign stepper on my sneaker, that’s a cool ape (Ape)

(Bm)It’s a lot of kings in the room
(Bm)I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t know care what they assume
(Bm)I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose
(Bm)We’ve been makin hits since like 1992
(Bm)I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves
(Bm)Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes
(Bm)She hopped inside my car and saw the stars went to the moon
(Bm)I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do
(Bm)You’re fking with that lame, only put the blame on you

(Bm)Diamond choker chain, could’ve fked her in the pool
(Bm)I dropped out of college to sell weed then hit the stu’
(Bm)Mad because I made it and it didn’t work for you
(Bm)My bitch stay in Chanel, she don’t wear no Jimmy Choo
(Bm)We ran up them numbers, being us, fk being cool
(Bm)I ain’t sell my soul, I stayed the same, I team the truth
(Bm)What you know about getting that work, making it poof?
(Bm)Bitch we smokin’ gas, that’s why there’s puffings in the room

(Bm)It’s a lot of kings in the room
(Bm)I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t know care what they assume
(Bm)I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose
(Bm)We’ve been makin hits since like 1992
(Bm)I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves
(Bm)Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes
(Bm)She hopped inside my car and saw the stars went to the moon
(Bm)I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do
(Bm)You’re fking with that lame, only put the blame on you
(Bm)Only put the blame on you

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