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Kiss Me More (feat. SZA)
Doja Cat – Kiss Me More (feat. SZA) Akorları
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Doja Cat - Kiss Me More (feat. SZA), Am7 tonunda ve 1. perdede kapoyla çalınıyor. Şarkıda 4 farklı akor var: Am7, D7, Gmaj7, Cmaj7. 1 akor barre istiyor (Gmaj7); kapoyu 7. perdeye takıp Dm7, G7, Cmaj7, Fmaj7 şekilleriyle çalarsan hiç barre kalmıyor. Tona göre akor dizisi: i – IV – VII – III.
Ton Am7· capo 1
Akorlar kulağına doğru mu geliyor? Oyla; en çok oy alan versiyon otomatik en üste çıkar, herkes en doğrusunu görür.
AKOR HARİTASI· şarkının yapısı tek bakışta
Kıta 1Am7 D7 Gmaj7 Cmaj7 ×3NakaratAm7 D7 Gmaj7 Cmaj7 ×4Kıta 2Am7 D7 Gmaj7 Cmaj7 ×4↻ NakaratAm7 D7 Gmaj7 Cmaj7 ×4Kıta 3Am7 D7 Gmaj7 Cmaj7 ×8
↻ işaretli bölümler bir kez yazıldı — çalarken o bölümü tekrar et. Tam metin için ▶ Oto-kaydır.
Kıta 1
Capo 1
We hug and yes, we make love
And always just say, "Good night" (La-la-la, la-la-la)
And we cuddle, sure I do love it
But I need your lips on mine
Nakarat
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, uh..oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh..oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la, la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la, la-la)
Kıta 2
I, I feel like f*cking something
But we can be corny, f*ck it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy
I likе to say, "What if?", but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might bе on to somethin'
I ain't givin' you one in public
I'm givin' you hundreds, f*ck it
Somethin' we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth
Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissin' booth
Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice
And that dinner just like dessert too
And when we French, refresh, gimme two
When I bite that lip, come get me too
He want lipstick, lip-gloss, hickeys too, huh
Kıta 3
Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff
Push your limit, no, you ain't good enough
All your niggas say that you lost without me
All my bitches feel like I dodged the county
F*ckin' with you feel like jail, nigga
I can't even exhale, nigga
Pussy like holy grail, you know that
You gon' make me need bail, you know that
Caught creepin' with your friend
You ain't even half man, lyin' on your—, you know that
Got me a bag for the break, you know that'll
Control don't slow the pace, if I pull back
All this ass for real (Ahh)
Drama make you feel (Ahh)
Fantasy and whip appeal
Is all I can give you
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, uh...oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh...oh,, Oh darlin'
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it...fade out
