View Guitar Chords for No church in the wild - chords ver. 1
Song: No Church In The Wild Artist: Jay-Z and Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean Album: Watch the Throne Tune down half-step. D#|------------------------------------------------| A#|------------------------------------------------| F#|------------------------------------------------| C#|------------------------------------------------| G#|--------------5p2--------3p2--------------5p2---| D#|---0----3p0--------3p0--------5p0--3p0----------| Chorus:EmHuman beings in a mob EmWhat's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God? What's a God to a non-beA5liever who don't beBmlieve in anyEmthing? Will he make it out aA5live? Alright, alBmright, no church in the Emwild.Tears on the mausoleum floor Blood stains the Colosseum doors Lies on the lips of a priest Thanksgiving disguised as a feast Rolling in Rolls Royce Corniche Only the doctors got this, I’m hiding from police Cocaine seats, all white like I got the whole thing bleached Drug dealer chic, I’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach Is Pious pious cause God loves pious? Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek? All for Plato, screech I’m out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy he laid beats Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach Chorus Bridge: I live by you, desire I stand by you, walk through the fire Your love is my scripture Let me into your encryption Coke on her black skin Made a stripe like a zebra, I call that jungle fever You will not control the threesome Just roll the weed up until I get me some We formed a new religion No sins as long as there’s permission And deception is the only felony So never fuck nobody without telling me Sunglasses and Advil, last night was mad real Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got cabs still? Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepherd Two tattoos: one read "No Apologies" The other said "Love is Cursed by Monogamy" It’s something that the pastor don’t preach It’s something that a teacher can’t teach When we die the money we can’t keep But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain’t cheap, preach Chorus