Welcome to America Chords by Lecrae
- Key: Ebm
- BPM: 125
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
WELCOME TO AMERICA ACORDES
[Intro] N.C. Ladies and gentlemen N.C. Good afternoon from the flight deck N.C. Were cruising at thirtysevenzero feet and we just passed over the coast N.C. We will be beginning our descent in about a thirty minutes N.C. Like to take this opportunity to welcome you to America N.C. Ta na na na muchawa Amaj7 Ta na na na muchawa Abm Ebm Ta na na na muchawa ta na ■ na na na [Verse] Ebm Uh I was made in America land of the free home of the brave Right up under your nose you might see a sex slave being traded And will do anything for the money Boy Ebm A momma might sell her babies Sell porn sell pills anything to pay the bills Anything to bring that pay Gotta Ebm Scratch that itch gotta scratch them ticks Ain't Rich but I might be And I'mma shoot these flicks I'mma turn these tricks anything for a slight fee Yea made in America Momma told me that I belong here Had to earn our stripes had to learn Db all rights had to fight for a home here But I wouldn't know a thing about that All I know is A Drugs and rap I probably could have been some kinda doctor Instead of holding guns and crack ■ Abm Gb I was born in the mainland Greatgrandpa from a strange land He was stripped away and given Gb7 Db Db7 bricks to lay I guess you could say he a slave hand But I was made in America So I don't know a thing about that All I know is uncle Sam Dbm A Abm Lookin for me working on his corner so I know I gotta pay tax Gettin' paid in America I was Ebm raised in America And this is all I ever known If I'm wrong then you better come save me America Ta na na na Dbm7 muchawa muchawa Ta na na na muchawa ■ muchawa [Chorus] Dbm7 Ta na na na muchawa muchawa Amaj7 Dbm7 Ta na na na muchawa ■ muchawa Amaj7 Gb7 Db7 Welcome to America ■ Welcome to America Welcome [Verse] Db7 To America Welcome Db7 To America Welcome Db7 To America Man I'd die for America I serve my time for America Got Db7 Shot shot back with the war Db7 Got back and ain't nobody give Db7 A jack in America I could lost my life boy I lost my wife I can't even get right in my home Db7 Land Pulling sweats hold ticks paranoia Looking out for a threat in own land I was trained in America How they get up in the planes in America People running into buildings Taking out them buildings People getting killed in America And I'm still in America Though America Db7 Ain't feeling me I went to war for this country Turn around Dbsus4 Dbm7 Came home and you rid of me When y'all free here saying you don't wanna be here Well you probably couldn't breathe here if Amaj7 Abm7 I didn't load a couple magazines here ■ Y'all just complain in America I'm jumping [Chorus] Gb Out of military planes for America Aye I was made in America That's why I'm out here saving Amaj7 Dbm7 Amaj7 America ■ I got a brother in the cemetery now Cause he wanted y'all safe ■ And Dbm7 everybody want the freedom but nobody want to Amaj7 Dbm7 Amaj7 Hear aboutface ■ We bled for America To keep y'all fed in America But whats the point of Dbm talking a lot of y'all don't really even care America Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ta na na na Amaj7 A E Gb Gb7 Gb Dbm Ta na na na muchawa muchawa ■ ■ ta na na na Welcome to America ■ ■ Welcome to America ■ A E Ebm B Welcome to America ■ Welcome to America Welcome to America [Verse] Db ■ Ta na na na muchawa Ta na na na muchawa Ta na na na muchawa ta na na na na Uh I wish I lived in America Wanna Db Raise my kids in America Heard Db Everybody rich all I gotta Db7 Do is run jump kick I'm a hit in your area So please pick me America I know you probably never loved me You never hear about me on the news And you've probably never been to Db7 My country I hear you selling education and got clothes that you throw away Got plenty food in your nation I can tell cause a lot of y'all are over weight I already work for y'all I'm at a sweatshops making these shirts for y'all Naw I ain't gettin money [Chorus] Db Dbsus4 Dbm7 Go to bed hungry but I make some exports for y'all ■ Y'all don't know a thing about that ■ B You was made in America I'm trying to find Dbm7 A Abm7 Me a ticket Where the sky is the limit catch a plane to America It should be plain to America Abm Gb7 Gbm7 ■ Y'all blessed people got it made Heard y'all don't play no more Y'all ain't saved no more Dbm7 Amaj7 Dbm7 Y'all looking for another way Well I hope it ain't true But I'm packing my suit Farewell to my Amaj7 mother land Sayin bye to my loved ones Fate hear I Db7 Amaj7 come I'm gone to another land I done made it to America I'm amazed at America But I couldn't Ebm get approval to stay so they sent me away from America [End]