mista mista

Em Mista mista Em/D# Can I get five dollars Em/D C#m/E So I can get something to eat Em Hell no motherfucka Em/D# You can?t get no money from me Em/D Cause everytime I give you a dollar C#m You go get shot up with more and more needles And you tell me that Em Em/D# you?re drug free Em/D C#m/E Drug free Em Mista mista Em/D# I haven?t ate anything for a week Em/D C#m/E Can I get a quarter? Em Hell no motherfucka Em/D# What can a quarter get you? Em/D Nothing motherfucka C#m/E You are just fucked up C#m/E Off them fucked up drugs C#m/E You know you need to leave alone C#m/E But you keep telling me that Em you?re drug free Em/D# Motherfucka Em/D C#m/E You ain?t drug free, you?re a fiend Am D And everytime I try to help you G C You pretend as if it?s okay C Then later on in the week C B7 You go back to shootin? needles, to sniffin? B7 Oh my love my god but you told me you were Em drug free Em/D# Drug free Em/D You ain?t drug free motherfucka C#m/E Em So you damn well, can?t get no motherfuckin money for me ee e