G#m G# E A A
G# G#m E A A
         A                      A               A    C#m   G#m
Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my booooooneeeeeees
A                            A                      E       G#       G#m
Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home

[Verse]

     A                E                          E
Ayy, ayy, I feel like bustin' down a narrow road
          C#m              G#m          Em
Glove box full of the RAWs cones, ain't goin' home
E                  A
No GPS with me for sure, sure, sure, sure
E  Em               G#m
No Instagram I been keepin' it low-pro
A                                       A
Low-pro like the wheels that's choppin' on that short bed GMC
E                 C#m              G#m
Charcoal grey, so suede inside the ash is rubbed in both my seats
  A                                  A
I smoke to walk the city streets, my blood type probably THC
Em          G#m                     G#m
I'm numb to other humans 'cause the camera cleared my vision, see
E                           E
Now everybody only want the money, money, money
    E                        E
Now everybody want the fame, they kill each other for it
         E                             A
With the blood all on the dance floor, music still playin', though
Em      C#m            G#m
Dead or alive, you can feel the vibe I'm on

[Chorus]

E        E               E         E
Rollin', rollin' down my window oh ooohhh
E             E           E           G#m
Turn up, turn up all that rock and rooooll
         E                      E               E        E
Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my boooones ohhhhh
      E                      E                      E                G#m
Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home

[Verse 2]

A           A        E
Sometimes I wanna be home alone
E        C#m           G#m            E
Macaulay Culkin myself inside a attic door
E                                  E
Catch a buzz, draw pictures in the dust on these wooden floors
E                    C#m              C#m          Em
Fall asleep to these trees scratchin' windows in a thunderstorm
E                    E
Oh, what a wonderful feelin'
E                    E
Oh, what a beautiful reason
         E                        E
To wanna bathe in this acid rain, black water inside my brain
E                              E
Magic ate my eyes, I smoke the shake and wish the best would fade
E                          E
Everybody's gotta have the X's on their eyelids
E                           E
Either it's the lava or the gold lace on their iris
E                         A               E
Streets gold, soft wings, rose gold, fang teeth
E                      E
Barefoot, grass green, ass fat, ride with me

[Chorus]

E           E            E         E
Rollin', rollin' down my window oh ohhhhh
E             E           E           G#m
Turn up, turn up all that rock and rooooll oh
E        E                      E               E      E
Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my boooooones
      E                      E                      E                E
Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home