Biography:
Born in Morocco and raised in the Canadian prairies, Faouzia combines catchy pop rhythms, heartfelt lyrics, and powerhouse vocals.
After playing hometown dates at local festivals in 2016, Faouzia’s burgeoning career started to blossom. She has since taken the stage at Toronto’s Yonge & Dundas Square for Canada’s Walk Of Fame Festival, and played one high profile event after another, wowing audiences with her heart-wrenching lyrics and magnetic stage presence.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Middle Child - J. Cole (Faouzia Version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=embbU8ViYaM
Hope you all enjoy!
This is 6 semitones lower than the cover version :)
Capo 6 to match it.
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[Chorus]
Em D
I just poured somethin' in my cup
C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
C
Promise I am never lettin' up
D Em
Money in your palm don't make you real
D
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
C
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
D C
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
D Em
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 1]
Em
I'm thankin' you now
N.C.
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
D
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
N.C.
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
C
Don't care if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
N.C
ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
C
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
N.C.
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
D
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
C
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
Em
That's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
Em D
I just poured somethin' in my cup
C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
C
Promise I am never lettin' up
D Em
Money in your palm don't make you real
D
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
C
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
D C
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
D Em
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
D
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
C
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
N.C.
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
Em
Cycle of jail
N.C.
Spending their birthdays inside of a cell
D
We coming from a very long bloodline of trauma
N.C.
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
C
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
Em
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
C
Distorted self image, we set up to fail
N.C.
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
D
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
C
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
Em
That's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
N.C.
I just poured somethin' in my cup
C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
N.C.
But I am not lettin' up
D Em
Money in your palm don't make you real?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=embbU8ViYaM
Hope you all enjoy!
This is 6 semitones lower than the cover version :)
Capo 6 to match it.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Chorus]
Em D
I just poured somethin' in my cup
C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
C
Promise I am never lettin' up
D Em
Money in your palm don't make you real
D
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
C
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
D C
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
D Em
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 1]
Em
I'm thankin' you now
N.C.
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
D
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
N.C.
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
C
Don't care if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
N.C
ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
C
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
N.C.
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
D
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
C
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
Em
That's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
Em D
I just poured somethin' in my cup
C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
C
Promise I am never lettin' up
D Em
Money in your palm don't make you real
D
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
C
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
D C
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
D Em
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
D
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
C
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
N.C.
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
Em
Cycle of jail
N.C.
Spending their birthdays inside of a cell
D
We coming from a very long bloodline of trauma
N.C.
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
C
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
Em
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
C
Distorted self image, we set up to fail
N.C.
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
D
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
C
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
Em
That's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
N.C.
I just poured somethin' in my cup
C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
N.C.
But I am not lettin' up
D Em
Money in your palm don't make you real?
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