Hey, Ukulelist in this post you will learn to play Close To The Edge Ukulele Chords by Jelly Roll.
Song Info
- Song: Close To The Edge
- Artist: Jelly Roll
- Album: Gamblin’ On A Whiteboy Volume 4
- Released Date: 7 June 2011
Chords Info
- Tunning: Standard(G C E A)
- Chords: Em, Am, G, C
- Key: Fm
- Capo: 1st fret
Ukulele Chords |
Em – 0402 Am – 2000 G – 0232 C – 0003 |
[Intro]
Em
There's only so much pressure a
Em Em
man can take before he just snaps
Em
And perhaps
Em
I've reached that level of pressure
Em Am Em Em Am
[Verse]
Em
Ever since my record was spinning
Em
Everybody calling me with a freaking opinion
Em
Tell me where was your opinion
when we wasn't winning
Em
When we was losing in the bottom of
the 9th inning
Em
These streets is getting crazy,
it's kill or be killed
Em
They said this mixtape will
never top deal or no deal
Em
Yea I freak with Lil Wyte but
I don't be in that man's face
Em
I spend a lot of time building
my own freaking fan base
Em
They want the old Jelly back,
how much can this man take
Em
Before I go postal and just
flip like a pancake
Em
And every verse is hard now,
they say that it's incredible
Em
But I'm the same me, bench,
don't put me on no pedestal
Em
Smile on my face, but
I feel I'm going crazy
Em
I was doing better when
I ticked off my baby
Em
I remember CCA,
I was sitting in H unit
Em
All I wanna do is
come home and make music
[Chorus]
Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Am
(kill or be killed)
Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em
(DJ scratching)
Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em Am
( DJ scratching)
Em Am
I think I'm close to the edge, I think
Em
I'm close to the edge
[Verse]
Em
A lot of people talking,
I hear a lot things
Em
Some people want me to sing,
some people want me to scream
Em
Some people say they want to
bring the street crap back
Em E
Ain't no glory in the fact that
Em Em
I keep this trap
Yea I pieced that pack,
get caught and tell crap
Em
You better believe that
I ain't been in the cell bench
Em
Yea I go and grab
my pistol before
I put my pants on
Em
And I promise one thing,
I'll never make a dance song
Em
See I don't the Dougie and
I don't crack the Soulja Boy
Em
I'm the captain of the
ship that's going overboard
Em
Radio won't play it 'cause
I'm cussing too much
Em
Well crap dang expletive tramp
bench go on freak
[Chorus]
Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Am
(DJ scracthing)
Em Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em
I think I'm close to the edge, I think
Em
I'm close to the edge
[Verse]
Em
Yea, they say I'm barely nice right
Em
Right? Shout out to Sonny Paradise, sike
Em
Now they wanna call 'cause
I run the county
Em
Back then I swear they ain't give a
freak about me
Em
Tell me calm down,
man it's just entertainment
Em
I'm just sayin that
I ain't even wanna be famous
Em
I did this for Worm,
I did this for Strug
Em
Yet I did this 'cause
I kind of still own the plug
Em
Wish I could work it off then
go back to serving
Em
I would never rap again,
man freak these verses
Em
They tell me calm down
'cause they know that I'm spiritual
Em
I'm spiritual, so every single night
I pray for miracles
Em
These rappers aren't lyrical,
They just throw subliminals
Em
They ain't been to jail before,
They are not criminals
Em
My position's biblical,Sick of
all this ridicule
Em
Their buzzes are miniscule,
They just tone to intervals
[Chorus]
Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Am
(DJ scratching)
Em Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em C Em
I think I'm close to the edge
Em Em
I think I'm close to the edge
[Outro]
Em Em Em Em
Em Em