[Intro] C  E7  Am  F

             C
Ahem, hey, don't you hate those types of people
       E7
That believe they're in a movie?

And their movie needs a sequel?
         Am
That the world revolves around the sound of their voice

(Voice of seagulls)

              F
They make my psyche feel so tiny

And my sanity go feeble
   C
But that's not me though

I know I have an ego
  E7
I know that I'm a jerk at times and hypocritical
               Am
Don't mean to get political

But I know some elipticals
                F
That have more functionality

A part of me just wants to gag, you see?

C                               E7
I don't care who your husband is
                                      Am
I don't care how many girls you've kissed
                           F
How many lives you've influenced
                           C
You're just like everybody else
                        E7
I'm only ever in the hills
                             Am
Because the label pays my bills
                              F
I'd rather be at home with monsters

Than in the city of angels

             C
I don't get bitches, I get money
           E7
Got real friends who think I'm funny
        Am                          F
I don't smoke and I don't party at all
      C
I got coupons in my pockets
      E7
And I rarely shop at Target
         Am                       F
I don't flex my seven figures at all
         C  E7  Am  F
I don't get-

          C
I've been sad for a day

So I guess that means I'm lame
        E7
That's okay

You can talk about how I should be ashamed
       Am
No, it doesn't bother me

Cause I'm a fucking prodigy
           F
And being cool means to be a fucking dumbass logically
        C
Then sure, I guess you're cool

Congrats, one of a kind
            E7
I took one look at your face and

No, I can't say I'm surprised
         Am
Your design and how you are

Left me speechless, it's bizarre
            F
How you can be this fucking stupid

Yet, deserve to be a (tzar)

C                        E7
I simply do not give a fuck
                                    Am
You say I'm trash, bitch, I'm the truck
                               F
You'd kiss my ass and hold my cup
                            C
If you had found out who I was
                             E7
It's funny how some people change
                           Am
Soon as they recognize my face
                                   F
Their fits are fly, but heads are dense

You're not that guy, bro, no offense


(I, I, I)
             C
I don't get bitches, I get money
           E7
Got real friends who think I'm funny
        Am                          F
I don't smoke and I don't party at all
      C
I got coupons in my pockets
      E7
And I rarely shop at Target
         Am                       F
I don't flex my seven figures at all
         C  E7  Am  F
I don't get-
         C  E7  Am  F
I don't get-
         C
I don't get-