Tom: Am
Am
[Verse]
Am F
Three-thirty in the morning, I'm looking for some ice.
E Am
Cities looking like a ghost town, not a dealer is in sight.
Am F
And I'm sittin by the window, cause my furniture got sold.
E Am
Aint got no lights in the house and its freezing fucking cold
G E Am
But the bowl rolls, and the bowl rolls.
Am F
Somebody's in the bushes, so im walking around to look.
E Am
Got a two litre mountain dew bottle and some sudafed to cook.
Am F
They call me a chemist, they say im breaking bad.
E Am
And i think i should stop this 'cause im looking kinda bad
G E Am G Am
But the bowl rolls and the bowl rolls.
F G Am G Am
The meth pipe rolls! And the blowtorch strikes.
F G E G E
Im sitting on the floor, trying to do this ice!
F G Am G Am
and the bowl rolls on, out of control
F G Am
speeding up my heart, when the meth pipe rolls.
