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.