Accordi e testo completo di "Sicko Mode" di Travis Scott per chitarra. Tonalità: SIb / LA / FA#. Accordi principali: DOm7/9, SIb7+, MIb7+, RE7, RE7+, FA#m, RE#m, SOL#m/SI, RE#m/LA#, SOL#m. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

SIb / LA / FA#

Accordi

DOm7/9, SIb7+, MIb7+, RE7, RE7+, FA#m, RE#m, SOL#m/SI, RE#m/LA#, SOL#m

Domande frequenti

Quali sono gli accordi di Sicko Mode di Travis Scott?
Gli accordi usati in "Sicko Mode" di Travis Scott sono: DOm7/9, SIb7+, MIb7+, RE7, RE7+, FA#m, RE#m, SOL#m/SI, RE#m/LA#, SOL#m. Tonalità: SIb / LA / FA#.
In che tonalità è Sicko Mode?
"Sicko Mode" di Travis Scott è in tonalità SIb / LA / FA#.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di Sicko Mode?
Testo e accordi completi di "Sicko Mode" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/sicko-mode.
Chi canta Sicko Mode?
"Sicko Mode" è interpretata da Travis Scott.

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Sicko Mode
Travis Scott
Key: SIb / LA / FA#
[Key SIb]
Intro:

DOm7/9   SIb7+   DOm7/9   SIb7+

DOm7/9   SIb7+   DOm7/9   SIb7+

MIb7+   RE7   MIb7+   RE7

     MIb7+   RE7    DOm7/9   SIb7+
Astro,          yeah

MIb7+                 RE7
Sun is down, freezin' cold

                MIb7+               RE7
That's how we already know winter's here

                     MIb7+                 RE7
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt

                   DOm7/9     
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else

SIb7+                MIb7+   RE7   MIb7+   RE7
  I tried to show 'em,        yeah

                   MIb7+   RE7   DOm7/9  SIb7+
I tried to show 'em,        yeah...

MIb7+                           RE7
 Gone on you with the pick and roll

                            MIb7+
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode

[Key LA]
RE7+          
 Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside, when they pull up, 

they get me loose

Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, 

hoppin' out coupes

This shit way too big, 

when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

Different colored chains, 

think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin', man, 

know the crackers wish it was a noose

Some-some-some, someone said

   FA#m
To win the retreat, we all in too deep

P-p-playin' for keeps, 

don't play us for weak (someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

    RE7+
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)

This shit way too formal, 

y'all know I don't follow suit

Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Hit my esés, I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"

In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

 RE7+
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)

Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)

She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"

We ain't even make it to the room

She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool

Now I got her open, it's just the Goose

Who put this shit together?

        FA#m
I'm the glue (someone said)

Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps)

                                      RE7+
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said

(Don't play us for weak)...

[Key FA#]
RE#m
   ...Yeah   Astro   Yeah, yeah

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy)

RE#m      SOL#m/SI           
 She's in love with who I am

RE#m/LA#
Back in high school, 

          SOL#m
I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)

RE#m                   SOL#m/SI
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands

RE#m/LA#                                SOL#m                          
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

       RE#m
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy

Slept through the flight, ayy

Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man

This shit got double bedroom, man

I still got scores to settle, man

I crept down the block (down the block), 

made a right (yeah, right)

Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)

Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), 

it's on sight (yeah, what?)

Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)

Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)

RE#m
That's what I like (yeah), 

that's what we like (yeah)

Lost my respect, you not a threat

When I shoot my shot, 

that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch)

RE#m
See the shots that I took (ayy), 

wet like I'm Book (ayy)

Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley

Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)

Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)

No one seen him (yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo)

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

       RE#m
Had me out like a light, like a light

Like a light, like a light

Like a light (yeah), like a light

Like a light

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah

He said, "Keep that on lock"

I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah

It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit)

LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

We back on the road, they jumpin' off, 

no parachute, yeah

Shawty in the back

She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)

Ain't by the book, yeah

This how it look, yeah

'Bout a check, yeah

Just check the foots, yeah

Pass this to my daughter, 

I'ma show her what it took (yeah)

Baby mama cover Forbes, 

got these other bitches shook, yeah

RE#m
Ye-ah

Sicko Mode

Travis Scott · Key SIb / LA / FA#

Key SIb

Intro:
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah...
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode

Key LA

Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up,
they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys,
hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big,
when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains,
think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man,
know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps,
don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal,
y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together?
I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)...

Key FA#

...Yeah Astro Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school,
I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block),
made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah),
it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah),
that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot,
that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch)
See the shots that I took (ayy),
wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off,
no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter,
I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes,
got these other bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah

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