Hang Ups accords par 
T‐pain 
N/A
Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Eb
Cm
Yeah
C
Yeah
Cm
Eb
Yeah
C
Ladies and gentlemen,
these are my hang -ups
Let me explain
Eb
It's kinda hard not to be a dick
Cm
C
With all these pussies round ya
They lookin' for the shit
Cm
Eb
And by golly they found em
Buried under the ground
Cm
C
Thinkin' bout what he has done
Cm
Thinkin' if he keep doin' it
Eb
One day the money'll come
I wonder if his sons can get it done
Cm
If he wanted to become that son of a gun
I'd leave him home
Eb
when he wanted to get drugged
Then he'd come back and slum back
Cm
on that hoe that he wronged
Eb
And you can't do shit but drop your
head and fuckin' disgust
Cm
Yeah, this under dog shit has to stop
Cause if they had an ounce of respect
or half a cock
Eb
You'd fuckin' admit that every song
Cm
that I smashed you to drop
And your career would've been done,
bitch, like it or not
Eb
Cm
I came to take my crown back,
it's about time
So you about face and I'll
be about mine
Eb
Cm
Every nigga that shined on me
has been outshined
Eb
I'm rippin' new assholes
and snatchin' out spines
Cm
Eb
Cm
C
Cm
Yeah! Yeah! Uh!
Eb
It's kinda hard not to be
a bitch
Cm
C
when everybody try in' to fuck you
They use you when they need you,
Eb
then do they best to duck you
Cm
But since nobody called
to answer emails,
C
tell them to kiss my ass
Cm
and spare me the fuckin' details
Eb
Cause ain't no such thing as
Cm
the next best thing,
unless you talkin' bout how this is
better than three rings
Eb
Cm
And niggas catchin' on like,
damn, he ain't wrong,
Eb
these niggas is gettin' grammys
from makin' T -Pain songs
Yeah!
Cm
And you can blame it on that,
and if you got somethin' to say,
then you can lay it on whack
Eb
Cause I ain't disrespectin',
Cm
I'm just pissed off a little bit
I put in all the work and
you get all the attention
Eb
An d when they do they speeches,
Cm
T -Pain they never mention
And that's how niggas
automatically get on my shit list
Eb
So in conclusion,
Cm
I'm actually a nice dude
Eb
And to my real fans,
excuse my shitty attitude
Cm
Eb
Cm
Yeah! Talk to em
C
Cm
Eb
Cm
Yeah!
C
Cm
Eb
Uh, it's kinda hard
Cm
to please every body
C
And keep yourself happy,
and your kids askin'
Eb
We ain't got no money left, daddy
And you say yeah,
Cm
C
but it fell into the wrong hands
That's some hard shit to say
Eb
when you a grown man
But I'ma get it,
Cm
mother fuckin' excuses
Plus these niggas thought they finally
got T -Pain to chuck the deuces
Eb
So they walk into my studio
Cm
and play their fuckin' music
Eb
Then I play what I been doin',
they tell me it's fuckin' stupid
Then they leave,
Cm
and tell they security I'm fuckin' losin'
And all them young firebeasts
was too fuckin' confusin'
Eb
They can't keep up with me,
Cm
I'm classified as a nuisance
Then the next time that I see them,
they say they got newer new shit
Eb
But it sound just like the shit
Cm
I showed them the first time
With way less music,
and way worse rhymes
Eb
So here's my farewell,
Cm
I'm sorry for the fallout
Eb
I'm cuttin' my phone off,
I bet you niggas call now
Cm
C
Yeah
Cm
Yeah
Outro 1
Eb
C
C
Cm
Eb
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AccordsEb Cm C
Eb
Cm
C
Capo: 3
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