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Castles (feat. Trey Songz) - B.o.B Album: Strange Clouds Released Apr 27, 2012 Hope this is right! I'm not too sure about that last chord in the verse, so be sure to lemme know if you find any mistakes :) Thanks. Tuning: Capo on 3rd Fret: (Chorus)
GEverything I ever Bmsaid, everything that I have Emdone Try'na show 'em it's my Ctime, building mansions in my Gmind Now that's all so yesterBmday, I'm just lighting up my Emfire Tell the world I'm say'n goodCbye, you ask me Cmwhy... I'm building castles in the Gsky Bm Em C I'm building castles in the Gsky
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deCmaj7 around town in a whatcha-call-it Lookin' like a dimmer rapper, feeling like a dusty wallet Getting fired, then hired, then refired The idiot's guide to "how to build an empire" I'll show ya how to stunt, show ya how to pop Got a watch for my wrist and a watch for my pops Ballin' from the baseline, bottom to the top Got bullets on speed dial, yeah, I call shots Now you can't act like ya never heard o' me Cuz I'm so third-degree, everday I'm burnin' leaves I'm in my castle and I'm never comin' down They always said I had my head in the clouds. Ha!
(Chorus) (Verse 2) I use'ta fantasize about the badest girl I couldn't get with Couldn't get her number couldn't even get her digit Then I saw the light, now my nights are quite explicit I'll be lost inside the ganja with a swollen message Got bills paid, got the whole hood sayin' "damn, Bobby Ray, came a mighty long way" No GPS, On-Star or navigation I'm a self made nigger, shout out to my operation It started in my mind then it started takin' shape I still cannot believe these events are takin' place I'm in my castle and I'm never coming down It's no wonder my head is in the clouds. Ha! (Chorus) (Bridge) Building castles the size of collesiums Thirty thousand feet up, I swear you gotta see 'em Cruising altitude with a foolish attitude Headed for the moon, maybe Mars, maybe Venus (2X) (Chorus) (Outro) Building castles the size of collesiums Thirty thousand feet up, I swear you gotta see 'em Cruising altitude with a foolish attitude Headed for the moon, maybe Mars, maybe Venus