C# D I roll up like the bottom of a tooth paste tubeC# D Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoe lace to itD G Two new chains, you can call me 2 ChainzD G Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (Woo!) Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (Yeah)G A D It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-maG C# Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lotD C# D Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'C# D I'm about to use the John (What?) like Grey Poupon (Dijon; woo!)C# D Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (Yeah)D Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (Yeah)G D G 'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates (Hey!)G Yeah, this the Jailhouse, bitch, and I don't give a– (What?) [Chorus]A D And I don't give a shit about a thing you sayG C# I just wanna feel like a king todayD C# And if you don't like it you can sit and spinD Middle fingers up (Yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again [Verse 2]D G Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye (Yeah)D G Top five since I discovered peroxide (What?)D G Yeah, since I got signed (Woo!), I went from pot piesD G To Jack and the Bean– (Huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (Woo!)C# D C# These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (What?)D C# Got 'em all on pins and needles (Yeah), just like Ozempic, meaningD C# Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing upD It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (Woo!), soon as he lit the weed up (Huh?)G D As I go pickin' speed up (Where?), like I was finna re-up (Yeah)G D Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxene is how I treat it (Get it?)G D Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (Yeah)G C# But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar–, see ya!D C# Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel KnievelD C# Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of PringlesD C# Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (Why?), I got so many hit singles (Yeah)D G Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles, you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil [Chorus]A D And I don't give a shit about a thing you sayG C# I just wanna feel like a king todayD C# And if you don't like it you can sit and spinD Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again [Post-Chorus]D G D It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-maG G Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lotA D Five if you came to rock, and you never gave a fuckG Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again [Verse 3]C# D I stole black music, yeah trueC# D Perhaps used it (For what?) as a tool to combat schoolC# D Kids came back on some bathroom shitC# D Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?)D G 'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (Haha)D And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah)G And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah) To know I up and quit the (What?)D G Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah) And yet my buzz is bigger (Wow)D G Still rappin' circles around you (Yeah)C# Like a boa constrictor (Break it down)D C# Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallelsD Between Elvis and me, myselfC# It seem obvious: one, he's pale as meD Second, we both been hailed as kingsC# D He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The ShelterD We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (Woo!) (Let's go!)G D G But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had feloniesD That went over your head because you just fell on kneesG D You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (Yeah)G I used to cry myself to sleep (What?)C# D Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (Yeah)C# Motivate me to make you look stupidD Believers, a little faith is all I seek from youC# D All I need to do is hear you say the same shitC# D My father said to me when I was just a week or twoD G "Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, stupid)D G No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myselfD G Once again is stout (Yeah), so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out (Huh?)D G Shit you say goes in and out (Oh)C# My ear canals, so either my hearing's out [Chorus]D C# Or I don't give a shit about a thing you sayD C# I just wanna feel like a king todayD C# And if you don't like it you can sit and spinD D G Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again [Outro]D G D GG A D G
Elvis - The King And I
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