Hold On Chords by Ren
- Key: Gm
- BPM: 100
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
GUITARRA
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GUITARRA -
UKULELE
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PIANO
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MANDOLINA
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BANJO
HOLD ON ACORDES
[Start] [Verse] Gm F Gm Bb ■ ■ ■ ■ Gm I got tears on my sleeves hold on Bb And holes in these jeans hold on Gm I haven't slept in weeks hold on F7 I haven't found no peace hold on G7 Gm I get mighty tired hold on F7 And these tears run dry hold on Gm Two bloodshot eyes hold on F Two bloodshot eyes Gm Bb Gm I don't belong here in the place where life has left me Fsus4 F I'm twentyfive going on one hundred and fifty Bb My body feels old and I'm trying to lift the Gm F Weight from my soul but it's moving against me Gm Bb I've emptied out my tear ducts I lift my middle finger up Fsus4 I'm screaming fuck you to all the demons here that keep me stuck F The pain is sharp like paper cuts Bb I hate them much but yes I trust Gm I must combust I must blow up Bb F And muster all this courage up Bb Gm Boom sparks fill the room I'm feeling the rhythm I move F7 F Gm My soul is more worn than the soles in my shoes Gm Nike trainer blues a man with none to lose F I think I lost my sanity calamity ensues Bb Gm Poor choice make up I'll rip out the pages of faith F And I'll roll them up like rizla paper Descartes Bb Gm7 Lung full of destiny a man with no path is a very strange entity [Chorus] Gm Tears on my sleeves hold on F And holes in these jeans hold on Gm I haven't slept in weeks hold on F I haven't found no peace hold on Gm I get mighty tired hold on F And these tears run dry hold on Gm Two blood shot eyes hold on F Two bloodshot eyes [Verse] F Do you ever question your fate F The questions I make F Is this all predetermined the script or a play F Am I the protagonist in this tragedy F Or will I be the author of stories unmade F G7 If so I'll dip in my quill to my ink pot G7 Keep on writing never stop until my beating heart it flops G7 I'll write a whole different story G7 Seen one a boy full of hope a boy full of glory Gm Who ststststutters I'm atat I would rather be tougher F Gm Than live it smoothly like butter but not so bitter ricotta Gm But so I sit up and shut up it's like I a little bit struck up F The courage never to fuck up and now I'm feeling the ruckus Gm Feeling the static and now I'm feeling the flames F Gm And now I'm feeling the strength inside the room with my pain Gm My boxing gloves are my hope that I trust to bust an uppercut F Cut my demons up Gm Boom like a tsunami smooth like a poonani F Bending words like origami Salvador I'll be the Dali Gm Only love like Bob Marley golden ticket call me Charlie F Riding Harley Bengali Tiger style call me Arnie Gm And I cut the slack track your back relax your inner beast F And then seek your inner peace Gm And I'll reach the canopy's and yes we climbing F Building a brave new world inside a whole new designing Gm With all this fire we burn like the sun F A new dawn is rising the new dawn it come Gm Yah diggity diggity down with all these corporation F They burn up the land for the greed that they run Gm Runs deep with the roots but their roots can be lifted F I'll be a renegade yes I'll make a fist kid Gm Tried to seek truth in the kingdom of lies F A boy so lost with two bloodshot eyes [Chorus] Gm Tears on my sleeves hold on F And holes in these jeans hold on Gm I haven't slept in weeks hold on F I haven't found no peace hold on Gm I get mighty tired hold on F And these tears run dry hold on F Two bloodshot eyes hold on Gm Two bloodshot eyes Hold on Hold on Hold on F Two bloodshot eyes [Outro] Gm F7 Bb Gm F F7 ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ F Bb Two bloodshot eyes F7 Bb Gm F Gm F Gm F ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ Gm F Gm F ■ ■ ■ ■ [End]
