Up In Smoke taby ukulele według Sueco

Rytmy: Pick the first string with your thumb then the other three (Work best on low G) + (Yeah, the first string, the one that is the first. I'm kind of a rebel, you see.)

Intro:

Db Gb Bbm Ab Db
 
 
Db                            Gb
I made mistakes but that was back then
Bbm                          Ab
Holes in my hoodie from the ashes
Db                               Gb
You don't care how I feel, quit asking
          Bbm          Ab          Db
Yeah, I'd rather be unhappy than alone
 
 
       Gb                       Ab
Cause I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
       Bbm                                   Ab
I just hate when everything's out of my control, yeah
 
 
   Db                                Gb
If everything I touched turned into gold
     Bbm                         Ab
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Db                            Gb
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
            Bbm             Ab            Db
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
 
 
Db                         Gb
I only call you when I'm drinking
Bbm                            Ab
With different women when you sleeping
Db                          Gb
I always tell you that I'm leaving
        Bbm          Ab          Db
But I'd rather be unhappy than alone
 
 
       Gb                       Ab
'Cause I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
       Bbm                                   Ab
I just hate when everything's out of my control, yeah
 

   Db                                Gb
If everything I touched turned into gold
     Bbm                         Ab
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Db                            Gb
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
            Bbm             Ab            Db
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
             Bbm             Ab            Db
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
 

 Gb                         Ab
I take and I take, I could never get enough, uh
    Bbm                        Ab
Everything’s the problem when I hit you up, uh
Gb                       Ab
I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
       Bbm                               Ab
I just hate when everything's out of my control


   Db                                Gb
If everything I touched turned into gold
     Bbm                         Ab
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Db                            Gb
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
            Bbm             Ab            Db
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
            Bbm             Ab            Db
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
            Bbm             Ab            Db
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke