Lirik dan Chord Lagu Ace dari Noname

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Noname atau Fatimah Warner adalah seorang rapper yang melantunkan lagu bertajuk "Ace".

Bersama dengan sesama rapper Smino dan Saba, lagu ini rilis pada September 2018 dalam album Room 25.

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Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Ace" dari Noname.

[Chorus]
                              Bb
Whiskey with the team, got it bubblin'
Eb                        Dm                    Bb
I got trees in my luggage, I got tings out in London
Eb                         Dm                       Bb
Hope UK, what you say? Fuck is you sayin'?
                                                           Eb                 Dm
Oh when I say I been at the Ace hotel, you gotta tell me somethin'
                    Bb
Fuck is you sayin'? Oh let me tell you, I been on the way
               Eb                       Dm
What you sayin'? I'm making runs

[Verse 1]
                      Bb
I'm roll on track, I'm in this field
                       Eb                  Dm
I'm shot, you put me in my feels
         Bb
She made it clap clap clap clappity-clap out in Clapton
Eb                            Dm
Swerve and I crash if the pillow ain't your passion
Bb                                            Eb
She think I'm a liar like the Obamacare
                            Dm                                  Bb
If the old never heard the soul country so slick
                                                      Eb
Butterskin smooth acne shoes, contradict
                 Dm
You can hop right offa my country

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[Verse 2]
Bb
Smino Grigi, Noname, and Saba the best rappers
Eb                                                Dm
And radio niggas sound like they wearing adult diapers
Bb
And globalization scary and fuckin' is fantastic
Eb                                             Dm
And frankly I find it funny that Morgan is still actin'
Bb
Bruce Almighty, Aphrodite and Dominoes
Eb                                    Dm
Yummy biscotti, tamale, over matching my undertones
Bb
Run in to Dally, Chicago overzealous with talent though
Eb                          Dm
Westside get the money, is still a classic
Bb
Movin' to LA, now I'm sippin on Sunny D
             Eb                                            Dm
And my nigga is hella pleased and I bought me a better pen so a
Bb
Bitch she ain't 'bout to write, I'm perpetually smoking weed
Eb                            Dm
If Smi' rollin', I'm sorry, I'm tappin' out
Bb
Room 25, the best album that's comin' out
Eb                                          Dm
Labels got these niggas just doin' it for the clout
Bb
I'm just writing my darkest secrets like wait and just hear me out
             Eb                                     Dm
Saying vegan food is delicious like wait and just hear me out

[Verse 3]
               Bb
I ain't been at home in a minute, my landlord been gettin' pissed
                  Eb                                           Dm
'Cause I barely count as a tenant, I'm overseas with the yen and shit
                   Bb
And I can't recall the last time that my live show was intimate
          Eb                                              Dm
The price for the show just went up, in addition the tickets did
            Bb                                                        Eb
They didn't figure it out in 2012 so I just said fuck it
                       Dm                                                        Bb
'Cause we can drop all our albums ourselves, yeah I just said fuck it

'Cause I know I got the gift like an elf
                               Eb                             Dm
And been wrapping raps around them like I'm a belt
                           Bb
That's tea not ginger beer, I whisper in they ear
                    Eb                                   Dm
Since I left the road, I got more hits than a deer
                             Bb
A dollar and a dream like I'm Jermaine in the Ville
                           Eb                       Dm
You stand up or fall, pray, shout out to NFL
Bb
Pure-bred delicatessen, damn, I'm real, I can tell it (tell it)
                         Eb                         Dm
I do not fall to no pressure (ah), cookin' up Barefoot Contessa (ah)
Bb 
I just raise the bar, ayy look what I did with the measure
                         Eb                                           Dm
With little to no effort, I thought it gonna be messed up, bless up

[Kembali ke Chorus]