Raising Hell

Kesha

Tom: C
Capotraste na 4ª casa
 


Intro 
C  F  C    Am       Dm  C 
      Mmmh-oh oh-oh       (let's go) 


Verso 1:

C Hallelujah F C I'm still here, still bringing it to ya Am Ohm like Buddha Dm C Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (ah-huh)

Pré-Refrão

C I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best F C No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress Am Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess Dm C Doin' my best (ha), bitch, I'm blessed
C F C Oh, if you couldn't tell Am Dm C We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help C F C Singing oh, mama raised me well Am Dm C N.C But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell (get in)

Pós-Refrão

C F C Get it Am Dm C Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor with it C Drop it down low, drop it down low F C N.C. Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it) Am Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low N.C. Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it

Verso 2:

C Hands up, witness F C Solo cup for the holy spirits Am Something wicked Dm C Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick

Pré-Refrão

C I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best F C No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress Am Only God can judge this holy mess (ah ah) N.C. Bitch, I'm blessed
C F C Oh, if you couldn't tell Am Dm C We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help C F C Singing oh, mama raised me well Am Dm C N.C. But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell (ah!)

Pós-Refrão

C F C Get it Am Dm C (Brr-rah) Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor with it C Drop it down low, drop it down low F C N.C. Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it) Am Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low N.C. Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it
Interlude C Ladies and gentlemen (oh shit) Let's shake what the good Lord gave us F (Oh yes, baby, come on, let's go)

Ponte:

C Aw dang, this that shit (uh-huh) F C Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh Am (Oh dang, this that shit Dm C Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh) C Aw dang, this that shit F C N.C. Beat like this, haters suck my ooh Am Woo Lord, feeling it Dm C Beat like this, make me feel that power
C F C Oh, if you couldn't tell Am Dm C We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help C F C Singing oh, mama raised me well Am Dm C But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell
Outro N.C. C Can I get an amen? F C Am This is for the misfits of creation Dm C C Take this as your holy validation (come on) F C Am You don't need to have your celebratin' Dm C This is our salvation

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