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Crumble by Kevin Abstract
Crumble
Tuning: D A D G B E
Reverb Effect throughout entire song.
[Chorus]
e|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|----3-3-|
B|--------|--------|-----5)-|-----4)-|--------|-4-5~~~~|----5-5-|
G|-----4)-|-----3)-|-----4)-|-----3)-|---4-4-3|--------|----4-4-|
D|---2----|---2----|---2----|---2----|-2------|--------|--------|
A|-2------|-2------|-2------|-2------|--------|--------|--------|
D|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
* * * * * * * * * * *
[Verse]
e|----------|-------------|
B|----------|-------------|
G|-------4)-|-------3)----|
D|-----2----|-----2-------|X8
A|---2------|---2-----2---|
D|-2--------|-2---------2-|
* * * * * * * *
[Chorus]
e|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|----3-3-|
B|--------|--------|-----5)-|-----4)-|--------|-4-5~~~~|----5-5-|
G|-----4)-|-----3)-|-----4)-|-----3)-|---4-4-3|--------|----4-4-|
D|---2----|---2----|---2----|---2----|-2------|--------|--------|
A|-2------|-2------|-2------|-2------|--------|--------|--------|
D|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
* * * * * * * * * * *
[Verse]
e|----------|-------------|
B|----------|-------------|
G|-------4)-|-------3)----|
D|-----2----|-----2-------|X8
A|---2------|---2-----2---|
D|-2--------|-2---------2-|
* * * * * * * *
[Chorus]
e|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|----3-3-|
B|--------|--------|-----5)-|-----4)-|--------|-4-5~~~~|----5-5-|
G|-----4)-|-----3)-|-----4)-|-----3)-|---4-4-3|--------|----4-4-|
D|---2----|---2----|---2----|---2----|-2------|--------|--------|
A|-2------|-2------|-2------|-2------|--------|--------|--------|
D|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|--------|
* * * * * * * * * * *
You got room in your phone
For one more distraction
Wonderful times
Time
Is moving too slow for me to distract you
I need to get back to you
All my friends, all my dogs that I got back home
We would look up at the sky, we was ten years old
All my brothers keep and let these demons show
Southern blood run deep so that genius grow
From the trees I hang, so low it go
Best I wake up from my slumber, yeah dog I know
These petty motherfuckers don't know 'bout big Mo
Rest in peace my nigga Luke this a test, it's here for fo' sho'
Brother Chris put me on and I will never take that from him
No matter how many times he called me "faggot" in the morning
Best thing 'bout being mortal was seeing the white big storm
It's not my fault, like I can't really explain it
Became the hood's favorite, I'm not ever a main bitch
My nigga, I'm just like SZA, they listen so I just deliver
They found out my name was Clifford, I hide it sometimes I'm lying
I'm tired of fucking crying, and hiding behind the dummy camera
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
I feel better with you
Telling you now, don't tell on the crew
Bitch, a new high, they tell you to move
Hollywood, I wish my brother would shoo
Take me back to, my other issue
We plastered with you, feet on the roof
Drugs and more violence, they shot up the place
My bro was the instant and I was the glue
I don't think that they will ever get through
You see me standing there, heavy weight shoe
Me and my bro ain't never gon' choose
We on the loose, hands out the roof
Hand me my Dro, I hand you your bag
All of my siblings end up like they dad
I remember what them charger was like
I don't want to be the burden tonight
The weight on my shoulders, I just can't get over
He won't take me back and they don't know how hard
They don't know how hard (They don't know how hard)
They don't know how hard (They don't know how hard)
They don't know how hard it is
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
| * Palm Mute
| ) Let Ring
| ~ Vibrato
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version 2
Difficulty: beginner
Tuning: E A D G B E
Intro
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------5~---------------------3~-----------------------1~-----------------|
G|-----------5-----5-----------------3-----3---------------------------------|
D|-----5--------5-------------3---------3--------------2-----2-----2---------|
A|--3-------------------3--1---------------------1--0-----------0------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------1-----------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-----------2---2-1~-------------5~----------------------5~-----------------|
D|-------3-----3---------------5------5-----5----------5------5-----5--------|
A|-----3-----------------0--3------------3-------3---------------------------|
E|-0h1----------------------------------------------6------------6-----------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|----------5~------------------5-----------5--------------------------------|
D|-------5-----5-----5-------------5-----5-----------------------------------|
A|---------------------------4-----------------------------------------------|
E|-6--5-----------5-----0h4-----------3--------------------------------------|
It just repeats throughout the entire song.
You got room in your phone
For one more distraction
Wonderful times
Time
Is moving too slow for me to distract you
I need to get back to you
All my friends, all my dogs that I got back home
We would look up at the sky, we was ten years old
All my brothers keep and let these demons show
Southern blood run deep so that genius grow
From the trees I hang, so low it go
Best I wake up from my slumber, yeah dog I know
These petty motherfuckers don't know 'bout big Mo
Rest in peace my nigga Luke this a test, it's here for fo' sho'
Brother Chris put me on and I will never take that from him
No matter how many times he called me "faggot" in the morning
Best thing 'bout being mortal was seeing the white big storm
It's not my fault, like I can't really explain it
Became the hood's favorite, I'm not ever a main bitch
My nigga, I'm just like SZA, they listen so I just deliver
They found out my name was Clifford, I hide it sometimes I'm lying
I'm tired of fucking crying, and hiding behind the dummy camera
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
I feel better with you
Telling you now, don't tell on the crew
Bitch, a new high, they tell you to move
Hollywood, I wish my brother would shoo
Take me back to, my other issue
We plastered with you, feet on the roof
Drugs and more violence, they shot up the place
My bro was the instant and I was the glue
I don't think that they will ever get through
You see me standing there, heavy weight shoe
Me and my bro ain't never gon' choose
We on the loose, hands out the roof
Hand me my Dro, I hand you your bag
All of my siblings end up like they dad
I remember what them charger was like
I don't want to be the burden tonight
The weight on my shoulders, I just can't get over
He won't take me back and they don't know how hard
They don't know how hard (They don't know how hard)
They don't know how hard (They don't know how hard)
They don't know how hard it is
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
| h Hammer-on
| ~ Vibrato
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