White Ferrari Ukulele chords by Frank Ocean

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

C      Em7       Fsus2
Bad luck to talk on these rides
C
Mine on the road
Em7        Fsus2
  Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
       C
White Ferrari
Em7
  Had a good time
Fsus2
(Sweet sixteen, how was I supposed to know, how you know anything?)
C      Em7      Fsus2
I let you out at Central
C      Em7         Fsus2
I didn't care to state the plain

Kept my mouth closed
       C    Em7     Fsus2
We're both so familiar
       C
White Ferrari
Em7
  Stick by me (good times)
Fsus2
  Close by me
           C
You were fine here, you (were fine here)
         Em7
That's just a slow body
  Fsus2
You left when I forgot to speak
    C
So I text the speech, lesser speeds
Em7
Texas speed, yes
Fsus2
Basic takes its toll on me
              C
'Ventually, 'ventually, yes
     Em7           Fsus2
Ah, on me 'ventually, 'ventually, yes

(Verse 2)

  C       G      F  A
I care for you still and I will forever
F
(mmmm)
C        G      F  D
That was my part of the deal, honest
     F  C  G
We got so familiar
F                 C
Spending each day of the year,
G       F    D
White Ferrari
      F      C
Good times
G       F
In this life (life)
     D7    F    E  G
In this life (life)
F
One too many years
      E         G      F
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
     C          G
(thought you might want to know now)
F            E   G
Mind over matter is magic
     F    E
I do magic
G       F                  G
If you think about it, it'll be over in no time
       F      E  G
And that's life
F       Am
(ooooooooo oh mmmmm) (tone)

C G F x4

(Outro)

C G

F             C    G
I'm sure we're taller in another dimension
F            C       G
You say we're small and not worth the mention
F             C     G
You're tired of movin', your body's achin'
F            C    G
We could vacay, there's places to go
F              C       G
Clearly this isn't (no way) all that there is
    F
Can't take what's been given
   C    G     F
But we're so okay here, we're doing fine
C      G
Primal and naked
F            C      G
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
F             C         G
It's just a skull, least that's what they call it
   C
And we're free to roam