Virginia Beach - Drake, ukulele chords

Published: 2023-12-04 17:37
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro:
                                   A                                 B
I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (You, you, you, oh)
                      A
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh

I know what you say
   B
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but

I donʼt know, I think I did alright
A
Know what Iʼm sayinʼ?

And you know how you get
B
Drawinʼ conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethinʼ
A                                                        B
I coulda treated you better, thatʼs crazy
 B
Nope

Chorus:
A                                B
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizinʼ
         A                             B
Thatʼs not love youʼre in, itʼs more like compromisinʼ
   A                                    B
I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbinʼ
  A                                   B
Lean into me, lean into me
                                    A
Yeah, lean in, lean into me

Verse:
A
Pussy, it makinʼ me tweak, ended up stayinʼ a week
 B
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
A                                                                B
I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothinʼ but what you could see
                                                                           A
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you Go factory, wait
                                                                         B
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
                                                                                    A
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driverʼs seat
                                                                                           B
That nigga spent his last check on your car and you got it and drove it to me
Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no

Chorus:
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizinʼ
Thatʼs not love youʼre in, itʼs more like compromisinʼ
I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbinʼ
Lean into me, lean into me
Lean in, lean into me

Bridge:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah

Verse:
Our texts feelinʼ like a fencinʼ match, your temper shorter and Iʼm sensinʼ that
You keep talkinʼ ʼbout some, "Period," but where you ʼbout to end the sentence at?
ʼCause you been goinʼ off on my ass, then I tell your ass where Iʼm at
And you act like Iʼm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friendsʼ girlfriends, you ainʼt interested in makinʼ friends
Talkinʼ ʼbout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakinʼ then
Workinʼ this crop like the rubber chute, I swear that Iʼm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but letʼs not forget how I discovered you
We ainʼt even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
He gonʼ find out that itʼs on-site like W-W-W
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all

Outro:
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (Mother would be proud)