Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
G
C
D
Bm
D
C
Stop, Fish
G
I want you back
C
Am
That's the worst thing I can say
D
Only laying on the couch
C
Like ah, this couch could be my grave
G
I want a slap
Am
C
That would make me quite upset
D
But if my brain came out my ear
C
Then I guess that's what I'd get
G
I need a nap
C
D
And to see where all my edges are
I need to be alone before
C
I can even hope to start
G
C
Spit on me again, that's impressive
D
'Bout eight feet apart
But if we laugh again
C
That will tear my mental health apart
G
Fuck
Verse 2
C
D
How come everything is pain
C
Every time I was happy
It surely went away
G
C
D
But babe, they gotta work all day
C
For very little pay
D
G
I think that's fucked
C
And sadly, so am I
D
If I ever have kids I hope they
C
can't see out their eyes
D
G
When I imagine my kids,
C
they kinda look like you
D
C
And I'm sorry, and that's true,
G
C
Abdim
D
C
I think I'm fucked
G
I really think I'm fucked
I'm fucked
C
Am
Abdim
D
C
D
Verse 3
G
C
I made a million bucks (he made
D
a million bucks)
Bm
D
But then I had to spend
C
it all on therapy
G
C
I learned the deathly lesson
(the world isn't that bad)
D
C
That money doesn't help my depression
G
And you're stuck with your brain
C
No matter how much you make
D
And you will surely find
C
D
new problems
G
Naive is the thought to think money is ought
D
To be the thing that always solves them
Verse 4
G
C
I am fucked (I think you're fucked)
D
I think I'm fucked (I think
C
you're fucked)
G
I think I'm fucked (I think
C
you're fucked)
D
I think I'm fucked (I think
C
G
you're fucked)
C
Yeah, I made a million bucks
D
(he made a million bucks)
C
But then I had to spend it all on therapy
G
C
I learned the deathly lesson
D
(the world isn't that bad)
C
It doesn't help my depression
Verse 5
C
D
As we become obsessed
with straight staring at phones
C
D
C
My brain has now become unable to cope
D
The techniques and the methods
G
that they use on my brain
C
G
Are extremely effective,
D
and far too great
D
G
D
And now I'm just laying here dead on
G
G
my couch
D
Facebook and Google have
their tubes in my mouth
And as they generously feed
C
D
me my ads for the day
D
For the week, for the month
Verse 6
G
C
I think we're fucked
D
C
I think we're fucked
G
C
I think we're fucked
D
C
I think we're fucked
G
(I think we're fucked)
C
And now I'm laying here dead on
D
the couch
Facebook and Google have
C
their tubes in my mouth
G
And as they generously feed
C
me my ads for the day
D
C
For the week, for the month
G
I think we're fucked
C
D
Verse 7
C
Stop, Fish
G
I want you back
G
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