Coming Up From Behind

Tom:
                     E
Oh, she's an eight ball
          G6                      E
She's a'rollin faster than a whitewall
                 G6                  E
She's got an avalanche packed in a snowball
         G6                             E
She's losin' all the leeches like a stone wall
         G6
She's loaded up
             E
She's the underdog
        G6
Gonna take a mighty swipe
             E
At the high hog
                        G6
While a'sippin on her tricks
            E
In a thick fog
        G6                        E
Makin' eyes at the girls like bullfrogs
                  Asus
I'm telling you, sir

[Chorus]
          Em
She's comin' up from
            F
Comin' up from, comin' up
     Em          F
Comin' up from behind
N.C.
Yeah
         Em
She's comin' up from
  F
Comin' up from, comin' up
  Em             F
Comin' up from behind

[Verse]
                  B
You'd like her hanging
          Em                         B
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling
            Em                         B
While your Wall Street pockets are jangling
            Em                     A#      A
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games
            E
It's a long shot
                G6                          E
She's got the truths and a tongue for a slingshot
             G6
But she's takin' steady aim
             E
At the big shot
               G6
It's hard to miss the rolling bullets
          E
On the blacktop
      G6
You better watch your turf

[Chorus]
         Em
She's comin' up from

[Verse 2]
                B
You had her hanging
         Em                         B
Like a sneaker on a live wire, dangling
               Em                       B
While your golden-lined pockets were jangling
              Em                  A#      A
With the hollow jackpot of your wicked games

[Verse]
                      E
She caught your sick lie
            G6                                 E
It was creepin' in the shadow of your white smile
            G6                               E
Lurkin' underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes
                G6                             E
Well, you're greasin' up plans for your small-fry

[Verse 2 2x 2x]
                         B
You wanna talk it up, do you?
               Em                      B
Well you're floatin like a royal balloon, oh
                Em                       B
Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon, well
               Em                   A#        A   E
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size
   G6    E
Well, well
  F
Yeah

[Chorus 2x]
   Em
She's comin' up from
   F
Comin' up from, comin' up
   Em           F
Comin' up from behind