This is my acoustic version of "Used to Be" by Classified
Progression: C G A G
C - x32010
G - 3200xx
A - x0220x
[Verse 1: Classified]
My, my, my, [C]my dad says they don't make music like they [G]use to
[A]And nowadays there ain't no record store to [G]root through
[C]We upload and then we viewin it on [G]YouTube
[A]Digital to Bluetooth, I see why that [G]confuse you
[C]This day and age, shit it's hard to tell [G]who's who
[A]So many artists, every week you hear a [G]new group
[C]Maybe it's me or possibly I got a [G]screw loose
[A]A raisin short of two scoops but we don't do what [G]you do (do, do)
[Verse 2: Mic Boyd]
[C]Now-now-now-nowadays when I turn on the [G]radio (yeah)
[A]It's like they take the same old song and [G]play it out (true)
[C]Might be your favorite now but hate it in a [G]day or so
[A]Here today, gone tomorrow, that's how the [G]saying goes
[C]The oldies were timeless and [G]classic (that's right)
[A]Music now is models and [G]actress (ah naw)
[C]Who we pay to ogle they [G]asses (yeah)
[A]Never liked metal but still prefer it to [G]plastic
[Chorus: Classified (Mic Boyd) - w/ ad libs]
[C]My dad says they don't make music like they [G]use to
[A](Oh no they don't, no they don't, [G]no they don't)
[C]And my crew says they don't make beats like they [G]use to
[A](Oh no they don't, no they don't, [G]no they don't)
[C]You know what I-I think? It's just the music that I'm [G]use to
[A](It's what I'm use to, it's what I'm [G]use to)
[C]I need my headphones louder, [G]louder, [A]louder, louder, louder, louder, [G]louder,
[Verse 3: Mic Boyd]
[C]Drum machines with touch screens, this must be the [G]future
[A]One man band all recorded on [G]computer
[C]Cubase, Cakewalk and Pro Tools [G]users
[A]Filtered effects and overused Auto-[G]Tuners
[C](If you can't hit the note), then hit a switch
[G]Artists can't [A]get the pitch and end up [Auto-Tune voice] "singing like [G]this"
[C]Sounds like robots are takin our [G]jobs
While these [A]same record labels keep on payin 'em [G]off
[Verse 4: Classified]
[C]Now have you ever thought about the old records we were [G]proud to play (yeah)
[A]And if you heard them for the first time [G]nowadays? (yeah)
[C]Would we give the same props, same [G]amount of praise? (nope)
[A]I highly doubt it eh, it'd probably sound [G]out of date (yeah)
[C]Or maybe life nowadays kind of [G]cloud our taste (yeah)
[A]And hearin old tracks takes us back [G]around the way (woo)
[C]Yeah, still soundin great, off to [G]outer space
[A]Without a trace, leavin eardrums bent [G]out of shape
[Chorus]Same Pattern
Progression: C G A G
C - x32010
G - 3200xx
A - x0220x
[Verse 1: Classified]
My, my, my, [C]my dad says they don't make music like they [G]use to
[A]And nowadays there ain't no record store to [G]root through
[C]We upload and then we viewin it on [G]YouTube
[A]Digital to Bluetooth, I see why that [G]confuse you
[C]This day and age, shit it's hard to tell [G]who's who
[A]So many artists, every week you hear a [G]new group
[C]Maybe it's me or possibly I got a [G]screw loose
[A]A raisin short of two scoops but we don't do what [G]you do (do, do)
[Verse 2: Mic Boyd]
[C]Now-now-now-nowadays when I turn on the [G]radio (yeah)
[A]It's like they take the same old song and [G]play it out (true)
[C]Might be your favorite now but hate it in a [G]day or so
[A]Here today, gone tomorrow, that's how the [G]saying goes
[C]The oldies were timeless and [G]classic (that's right)
[A]Music now is models and [G]actress (ah naw)
[C]Who we pay to ogle they [G]asses (yeah)
[A]Never liked metal but still prefer it to [G]plastic
[Chorus: Classified (Mic Boyd) - w/ ad libs]
[C]My dad says they don't make music like they [G]use to
[A](Oh no they don't, no they don't, [G]no they don't)
[C]And my crew says they don't make beats like they [G]use to
[A](Oh no they don't, no they don't, [G]no they don't)
[C]You know what I-I think? It's just the music that I'm [G]use to
[A](It's what I'm use to, it's what I'm [G]use to)
[C]I need my headphones louder, [G]louder, [A]louder, louder, louder, louder, [G]louder,
[Verse 3: Mic Boyd]
[C]Drum machines with touch screens, this must be the [G]future
[A]One man band all recorded on [G]computer
[C]Cubase, Cakewalk and Pro Tools [G]users
[A]Filtered effects and overused Auto-[G]Tuners
[C](If you can't hit the note), then hit a switch
[G]Artists can't [A]get the pitch and end up [Auto-Tune voice] "singing like [G]this"
[C]Sounds like robots are takin our [G]jobs
While these [A]same record labels keep on payin 'em [G]off
[Verse 4: Classified]
[C]Now have you ever thought about the old records we were [G]proud to play (yeah)
[A]And if you heard them for the first time [G]nowadays? (yeah)
[C]Would we give the same props, same [G]amount of praise? (nope)
[A]I highly doubt it eh, it'd probably sound [G]out of date (yeah)
[C]Or maybe life nowadays kind of [G]cloud our taste (yeah)
[A]And hearin old tracks takes us back [G]around the way (woo)
[C]Yeah, still soundin great, off to [G]outer space
[A]Without a trace, leavin eardrums bent [G]out of shape
[Chorus]Same Pattern
