Work From Home (Joshua Coleman & Dallas Koehlke) (Hợp Âm)

Verse 1:
I ain't worried bout [Fm] [C#] nothin
I ain't wearin [Ab] na nada
I'm sitting [Fm] pretty, [C#] impatient
But I know you [Ab] gotta
Put in those [Fm] [C#] hours
Imma make it [Ab] harder
I'm sendin [Fm] pic after [C#] picture
Imma get you [Ab] fired

Pre-Chorus
I know you're [Fm] always [C#] on that [Ab] night shift
But I can't [Fm] stand these [C#] nights [Ab] alone
And I don't [Fm] need no [C#] [Ab] explanation
Cause baby [Fm] you're the [C#] boss at [Ab] home

Chorus
You don't gotta go to [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
But you gotta put in [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
You don't gotta go to [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
Let my body do the [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
We can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)
We can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)

Verse 2
Let's put it into [Fm] [C#] motion
Imma give you a [Ab] promotion
I'll make it [Fm] feel like a [C#] vacay
Turn the bed into an [Ab] ocean
We don't need [Fm] [C#] nobody
I just need your [Ab] body
Nothin but [Fm] sheets in [C#] between us
Ain't no gettin off [Ab] early

Pre-Chorus
I know you're [Fm] always [C#] on that [Ab] night shift
But I can't [Fm] stand these [C#] nights [Ab] alone
And I don't [Fm] need no [C#] [Ab] explanation
Cause baby [Fm] you're the [C#] boss at [Ab] home

Chorus
You don't gotta go to [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
But you gotta put in [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
You don't gotta go to [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
Let my body do the [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
We can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)
We can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)

Rap
Oh, [Fm] yeah
[N.C.] Girl gotta work for me
[N.C.] Can you make it clap
[N.C.] No hands for me
[N.C.] Take it to the ground
[N.C.] Pick it up for me
[N.C.] Look back at it
[N.C.] All on for me
[N.C.] Put in work like my timesheet
[N.C.] She ride it like a '63
[N.C.] Imma buy her no Celine
Let her ride in a foreign with [Fm] me
[C#] Oh, she the [Ab] bae, I'm her boo
And she [Fm] down to break the [C#] rules
Ride or [Ab] die, she gone go
I won't [Fm] judge, she [C#] finesse
I pipe [Ab] her, she take that
Puttin' [Fm] [C#] overtime on your [Ab] body

Chorus
You ain’t gotta go to [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
But you gotta put in [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
You don't gotta go to [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
Let my body do the [Fm] work, work, [C#] work, work,
[Ab] Work, work, work
We can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)
We can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)

Outro
Yeah, we can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh)
Yeah, we can work from [Fm] home [C#] (Oh-oh, [Ab] oh-oh) Yeah