Let It Run

Capo: 2nd fret

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Everyone was gettin′ high
        G                  D
Passing flowers 'round the fire
       A
No one even gave a damn
         G              A
Until it landed in your hand
           D
Now you′re overly concerned
         E               D
With the way that cherry burns
        E             D       G
And you think you're 'bout to spit
E       A
On that joint I′m ′bout to hit
 
 
[Chorus]
            G
Just let it run
       D
Let it run
D
If it's burning kinda funny
                    A
We can roll another one
         G                  A
It ain′t like we're down to crumbs
       D                      G
We got more where that I came from
         D              G
Don′t be spittin' on my blunt
              A            D
Just let that motherfucker run
 
 
[Verse 2]
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I ain′t trying to police
    G                    D
The way y'all smoke your weed
       A
Didn't mean to haunt your buzz
       G                A
I just said something because
       D
We got cars that drive themselves
          G           D
We′ve put people into space
           E           D     G      E         A
But can we please stop doing things like it′s 1998
 
 
[Chorus]
            G
Just let it run
       D
Let it run
D
If it's burning kinda funny
                    A
We can roll another one
         G                  A
It ain′t like we're down to crumbs
       D                      G
We got more where that I came from
         D              G
Don′t be spittin' on my blunt
              A            D
Just let that motherfucker run
 
 
[Bridge]
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Let that bitch run, light some, pass one
G
Maybe two, what it do, fuckin′ with some superglue
G
Spittin' on my bleezy, homie take it easy
                          D
Wet mouth crumb snatchin' son of a bitch
D
What makes you think I wanna hit a blunt full of spit
D
You full of shit, I′m movin′ solo
D
Smokin' dolo, back to back sacks with Zac
D
Let ′em know-though
 
 
[Chorus]
            G
Just let it run
       D
Let it run
D
If it's burning kinda funny
                    A
We can roll another one
         G                  A
It ain′t like we're down to crumbs
       D                      G
We got more where that I came from
         D              G
Don′t be spittin' on my blunt
              D
Just let that motherfucker run
        G                A
I don't need your damn saliva
        D           G
On this Tangerine Sativa
         D              G
Don′t be spittin′ on my blunt
              A            D
Just let that motherfucker run
 
 
[Outro]
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Let it run baby
G               D
For the love of God
D
Let that motherfucker run
D
Leave it alone
         G    F
Run, run baby