SICKO MODE Chords by Travis Scott Skrillex

[Intro]
Cm7 Bbmaj7 Cm7 Bb Cm7 Cm Bb Cm7
■   ■      ■   ■  ■   ■  ■  ■  
Eb D Eb D
■  ■ ■  ■
Eb    D Cm7 
Astro ■ yeah


[Chorus]
Bb Bbmaj7 Eb          Gm           
■  ■      Sun is down freezin' cold
D          Ebmaj7          D            
That's how we already know winter's here
                                   Ebmaj7    
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
                                 Bbmaj7           
That's just all he know he don't know nothin' else
                Ebmaj7 D Eb   Ebmaj7 D
I tried to show 'em    ■ yeah ■      ■
           Eb       D          
I tried to show 'em ■ yeah yeah
          Eb  
Yeah yeah yeah
Eb                                 
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
         D                 D7   Db7
Young La Flame he in sicko mode ■  


[Verse]
Db7                                                
Woo made this here with all the ice on in the booth
       Db7                                             
At the gate outside when they pull up they get me loose
     Db7                                              
Yeah Jump Out boys that's Nike boys hoppin' out coupes
          Db7                                         
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
Db7                           
Was off the Remy had a Papoose
    Db7                                
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
    Db7                                
Two four hour lockdown we made no moves
         Db7                                          
Now it's four AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
  Db7                                                 
I just landed in Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
          Db7                                                  
Different colored chains think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
         Db7                                              
And they chokin' man know the crackers wish it was a noose
Db7                 
Somesomesomeone said


[Chorus]
           E                         
To win the retreat we all in too deep
            A                           
Playin' for keeps don't play us for weak
A                                    
To win the retreat we all in too deep
A                                       
Playin' for keeps don't play us for weak
          A                                            
This shit way too formal y'all know I don't follow suit


[Verse]
A                                               
Stacey Dash most of these girls ain't got a clue
A                                              
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
        A                                          
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
A                            
Hit my esés I need the bootch
                               A       
'bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
A                             
Told her Hop in you comin' too
       A                                                          
In the three hundred and five bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
E                                        A 
Had to slop the top off it's just a roof uh
                  Dbm                   A
She said Where we goin' I said The moon ■
A                                
We ain't even make it to the room
A                                              
She thought it was the ocean it's just the pool
      A                               
Now I got her open it's just the Goose
                  A                    
Who put this shit together I'm the glue


[Chorus]
A            
Ddddon't stop
A                                                
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
                               A          
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
A                                                
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
A           
Someone said


[Verse]
     Ebm                                             
Back ■   in high school I used to bus it to the dance
              Ebm                         
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
        Ebm                                      
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Ebm         
Someone said
      Ebm                  
She's in love with who I am
Ebm                                              
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
      Ebm                                 
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
  Ebm                                      
I did half a Xan thirteen hours 'til I land
                  Eb7      
Had me out like a light ayy
       Eb7      
Like a light ayy
       Eb7      
Like a light ayy
Eb7                         
Slept through the flight ayy
                Eb7                                       
Knocked for the night ayy seven hundred and sixtyseven man
                     Eb7        
This shit got double bedroom man
                      Bb7       
I still got scores to settle man


[Chorus]
                 Eb7  
I crept down the block
       Eb7  
Made a right
        Eb7                  
Cut the lights paid the price
                  Eb7                
Niggas think it's sweet it's on sight
Bb                           Bb7
Nothin' nice baguettes in my ice
Eb7                             
Jesus Christ checks over stripes
              Eb7                     
That's what I like that's what we like
                          Ebm7  
Lost my respect you not a threat


[Verse]
                Db                                 
When I shoot my shot that shit wetty like I'm Sheck
                     Ebm               Gb7 
See the shots that I took wet like I'm Book
             Ebm   
Wet like I'm Lizzie
Gb7                                              
I be spinnin' Valley circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy
     Gb7        
Like where is he
            Ebm
No one seen him
          Ebm      
I'm tryna clean 'em
B                          
She's in love with who I am
             Bb7                                 
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
              Bb7                         
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
             Bb7                           
I did half a Xan thirteen hours 'til I land
       Bb7             
Had me out like a light


[Chorus]
       Bb7  
Like a light
       Bb7  
Like a light
       Bb7  
Like a light
                        Bb7  
Yeah passed the dawgs a celly
        Bb7                           
Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah
                     Bb7 
He said Keep that on lock
          Bb7                           
I say You know this shit it's stife yeah
     Bb7                          
It's absolute yeah I'm back reboot
Bb7                          
Laferrari to Jamba Juice yeah
               Bb7                                    
We back on the road they jumpin' off no parachute yeah
              Bb7 
Shawty in the back
             Bb7                       
She said she workin' on her glutes yeah
             B                              
Ain't by the book yeah this how it look yeah
      Bb7                                   
'bout a check yeah just check the foots yeah
             Eb7         Ebm                       
Pass this to my daughter I'ma show her what it took
          Ebm                                       
Baby mama cover Forbes got these other bitches shook
    
Yeah


[End]