Raising Hell(Chords)

	        


Intro 
C  F  C    Am       Dm  C 
      Mmmh-oh oh-oh       (let's go) 


Verse 1:
C 
Hallelujah 
F               C 
I'm still here, still bringing it to ya 
Am 
Ohm like Buddha 
Dm              C 
Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (ah-huh) 

Pre-Chorus
 
C 
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best 
F                 C 
No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress 
Am 
Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess 
Dm             C 
Doin' my best (ha), bitch, I'm blessed 


C          F        C 
Oh, if you couldn't tell 
       Am                                Dm      C 
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help 
        C        F         C 
Singing oh, mama raised me well 
            Am                         Dm      C     N.C 
But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell (get in) 


Post-Chorus
C  F  C 
        Get it 
Am  Dm                C 
    Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor with it 
C 
Drop it down low, drop it down low 
         F                 C                 N.C. 
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it) 
Am 
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low 
N.C. 
Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it 

Verse 2:
 
C 
Hands up, witness 
F        C 
Solo cup for the holy spirits 
Am 
Something wicked 
Dm                  C 
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick 

Pre-Chorus
 
C 
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best 
F                 C 
No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress 
Am 
Only God can judge this holy mess (ah ah) 
N.C. 
Bitch, I'm blessed 


C          F        C 
Oh, if you couldn't tell 
       Am                                Dm      C 
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help 
        C        F         C 
Singing oh, mama raised me well 
            Am                         Dm      C     N.C. 
But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell (ah!) 


Post-Chorus
 
C  F  C 
        Get it 
Am            Dm                C 
   (Brr-rah)  Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor with it 
C 
Drop it down low, drop it down low 
         F                 C                 N.C. 
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it) 
Am 
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low 
N.C. 
Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it 


Interlude 
C 
  Ladies and gentlemen (oh shit) 

Let's shake what the good Lord gave us 
         F 
(Oh yes, baby, come on, let's go) 

Bridge:
 
C 
Aw dang, this that shit (uh-huh) 
F               C 
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh 
 Am 
(Oh dang, this that shit 
Dm              C 
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh) 

C 
Aw dang, this that shit 
F               C              N.C. 
Beat like this, haters suck my ooh 
Am 
Woo Lord, feeling it 
Dm              C 
Beat like this, make me feel that power 


C          F        C 
Oh, if you couldn't tell 
       Am                                Dm      C 
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help 
        C        F         C 
Singing oh, mama raised me well 
            Am                         Dm      C 
But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell 



Outro 
N.C.         C 
Can I get an amen? 
F           C                 Am 
This is for the misfits of creation 
Dm           C             C 
Take this as your holy validation (come on) 
F              C                Am 
You don't need to have your celebratin' 
               Dm     C 
This is our salvation
	        

Written by Ajay Bhattacharya/Sean Douglas/Kesha Sebert/Stephen Wrabel