Ed Sheeran – Empire State Of Mind chords


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Tuning Eb [EbAbDbGbBbEb] sorry i know its a pain to re-tune

C Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn
C Now I'm down in Tribeca
CRight next to DeNiro
CBut I’ll be hood forever
[G] FI’m the new Sinatra
FAnd since I made it here
F FI can make it anywhere
F [G]Yeah, they love me everywhere
C I used to cop in Harlem
C Hola my Dominicanos
CRight there up on Broadway
CBrought me back to that McDonalds
[G] FTook it to my stash spot
F560 State street
F FCatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
[G] CCruising down 8th street
C Off-white Lexus
C [G]Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
FMe I’m out that Bed-Stuy
FHome of that boy Biggie
FNow I live on Billboard
F [G]And I brought my boys with me
[G] ASay what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tais
G Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
EHomie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from [Chorus]
FNew York
G AConcrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
CThere's nothing you can’t do
FNow you’re in New York
G AThese streets will make you feel brand new
CBig lights will inspire you
FLet's hear it for New York
[Verse 2] Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip, though But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot Corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa stuff Home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add 8 million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade [pre-chorus] 3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade Long live the king yo I’m from the Empire State, that's: [Chorus] [Bridge] [same chords as the chorus but played as bar chords] Welcome to the bright light Lights is blinding Girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick The side lines is lined with casualties Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse Don’t bite the apple, Eve Caught up in the in-crowd Now you're in-style And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out The city of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien [Chorus] [Bridge]
COne hand in the air for the big city
CStreet lights, big dreams all looking pretty
G?No place in the world that can compare
EPut your lighters in the air, everybody say "yea!"
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