Intro:
C | E7 | Am | F
Verse 1:
C Hey, don't you hate those types of people
That be- E7 -lieve they're in a movie? And their movie needs a sequel?
That the Am world revolves around the sound of their voice
(Voice of the seagulls)
Makes my F psyche feel so tiny and my sanity go feeble
ButC that's not me though, I know I have an ego
I E7 know that I'm a jerk at times and hypocritical
Don't mean to Am get political, but I know some ellipticals
That have more F functionality,
a part of me just wants the gang to see
Pre-Chorus:
C I don't care who your husband E7 is
Don't care how many girls you've Am kissed
How many lives you've influF enced
You're just like everybody eC lse
I'm only ever in the E7 hills
Because the label pays my Am bills
I'd rather be at home with F monsters
Than the city of angels
Chorus:
(N.C.)
I don't get C bitches, I get money
Got real E7 friends who think I'm funny
I don't Am smoke and I don't party at all F
I got C coupons in my pocket and I E7 rarely shop at Target
I don't Am flex my seven figures at all F
I don't get—
Instrumental Break:
C (Mm) | E7 | Am | F
Verse 2:
I've been C sad for a day, so I guess that means I'm lame
That's o-E7 -kay, you can talk about how I should be ashamed
No, it Am doesn't bother me, 'cause I'm a fucking prodigy
And being F cool means to be a fucking dumbass, logically
Then C sure, I guess you're cool, congrats, one of a kind
I took E7 one look at your face and, no, I can't say I'm surprised
Your deAm sign and how you are left me speechless, it's bizarre
How you can F be this fucking stupid, yet, deserve to be a tzar (Woo!)
Pre-Chorus:
C I simply do not give a E7 fuck
You say I'm trash, bitch, I'm the Am truck
You'd kiss my ass and hold my F cup
If you had found out who I C was
It's funny how some people E7 change
Soon as they recognize my Am face
Their fits are fly, but heads are F dense
You're not that guy, bro, no offense
Chorus:
(I-I-I—) I don't get C bitches, I get money
Got real E7 friends who think I'm funny
I don't Am smoke and I don't party at all F
I got C coupons in my pocket and I E7 rarely shop at Target
I don't Am flex my seven figures at all F
I don't get
Outro:
C | (Mm) E7 | Am | F I don't get— C (Mm)
Intro:
C | E7 | Am | F
Verse 1:
C Hey, don't you hate those types of people
That be- E7 -lieve they're in a movie? And their movie needs a sequel?
That the Am world revolves around the sound of their voice
(Voice of the seagulls)
Makes my F psyche feel so tiny and my sanity go feeble
ButC that's not me though, I know I have an ego
I E7 know that I'm a jerk at times and hypocritical
Don't mean to Am get political, but I know some ellipticals
That have more F functionality,
a part of me just wants the gang to see
Pre-Chorus:
C I don't care who your husband E7 is
Don't care how many girls you've Am kissed
How many lives you've influF enced
You're just like everybody eC lse
I'm only ever in the E7 hills
Because the label pays my Am bills
I'd rather be at home with F monsters
Than the city of angels
Chorus:
(N.C.)
I don't get C bitches, I get money
Got real E7 friends who think I'm funny
I don't Am smoke and I don't party at all F
I got C coupons in my pocket and I E7 rarely shop at Target
I don't Am flex my seven figures at all F
I don't get—
Instrumental Break:
C (Mm) | E7 | Am | F
Verse 2:
I've been C sad for a day, so I guess that means I'm lame
That's o-E7 -kay, you can talk about how I should be ashamed
No, it Am doesn't bother me, 'cause I'm a fucking prodigy
And being F cool means to be a fucking dumbass, logically
Then C sure, I guess you're cool, congrats, one of a kind
I took E7 one look at your face and, no, I can't say I'm surprised
Your deAm sign and how you are left me speechless, it's bizarre
How you can F be this fucking stupid, yet, deserve to be a tzar (Woo!)
Pre-Chorus:
C I simply do not give a E7 fuck
You say I'm trash, bitch, I'm the Am truck
You'd kiss my ass and hold my F cup
If you had found out who I C was
It's funny how some people E7 change
Soon as they recognize my Am face
Their fits are fly, but heads are F dense
You're not that guy, bro, no offense
Chorus:
(I-I-I—) I don't get C bitches, I get money
Got real E7 friends who think I'm funny
I don't Am smoke and I don't party at all F
I got C coupons in my pocket and I E7 rarely shop at Target
I don't Am flex my seven figures at all F
I don't get
Outro:
C | (Mm) E7 | Am | F I don't get— C (Mm)
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