Tonalité : Gb major
Verse 1
D
Givin' up what you've got
And what you are, you're simply not
G
D
Aren't you tired of this game?
And all the emptiness
Em
of your fame
D
You can't hold tight to what
you have
Cause there is nothing there to grab
G
Em
Now life is a shadow of the butt
D
You never did have what
Bm
D
you thought you got
Em
I'm no real thing
Verse 2
They say I'm the real thing
(Oh no)
I sound like the real thing
(Oh no)
Sing it real loud like the real thing
Makin' 'em proud like the real thing
D
(Lalala)
I come from the land of slaves
(Lalala)
Let's go Redskins
Let's go Braves
(Lalala)
You want the truth in tomes
G
Dig this dirt and sift out the bones
Em
They said I'm the real thing
E
(Oh no)
Em
I sound like the real thing
(Oh no)
Joke's on you
All askew
E
Em
D
Heard my name in Timbuktu
(Lalala)
Now I got it
C#m
All mangled
(Lalala)
D
Cut it out it's all tangled
Bm
Star spangled
C#m
Givin' up
Verse 3
what you've got
D
And what you are, you're simply not
G
Aren't you tired of this game?
D
G
And all the emptiness
Em
of your fame
C#m
You can't hold tight to
A
C#m
what you have
D
Cause there is nothing there to grab
G
Now life is a shadow of the butt
C#m
D
You never did have what
C#m
Bm
you thought you got
Verse 4
D
Em
Oh, I'm no real thing
Water ain't water if water is wet
(Oh no)
Don't ever pay me
I look good in debt
(Oh no)
Red, white,
E
blue course through my veins
Em
Binge 'n purge the USA
Verse 5
D
Why are you afraid about pants
size ten?
Humadum, rumadum
They're chosen girls
While you worry about chest size 6
They're winning the tricks
G
Those tricks, those tricks, oh
Verse 6
Em
Just what is the real thing?
(Oh no)
Don't call my the real thing
(Oh no)
The search for the real thing
(Oh no)
The curse of the real thing
Lalala
D
I come from the land of shame
C#m
Blood and guts are all I claim,
D
A
singing
Verse 7
C#m
D
Givin' up what you've got
Em
D
Aren't you tired of this game?
C#m
D
You can't hold tight to what you've got
C#m
A
D
Em
C#m
D
C#m
You never did have what you thought
D
A
you got
D
A
D
A
D
A
Verse 8
A
D
Oh my god I use my lung
s
D
(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Soft and loud,
anyway feels good
(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Oh my heat up in my bones
(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Perched atop my drumming flam
(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Ate food that fed me
(Bless my lungs)
Seed planted itself in my
stomach and bled me
Read some words that led me
Knee ache, skin leathery
Put up a fight and you're my pride
Swell, my fist right through a tube
Em
Glory, glory it's good to be me
A
D
Ugly one be you,
C#m
D
Em
Bm
who you are
Em
Ugly one be you, who you are
D
C#m
Ugly but pretty you're all ready
D
G
It's complicated
Verse 9
G
Bm
Em
G
D
C#m
A
Bm
I'm a real thing
F#
Bm
Em
Real thing
Outro 1
Em
D
C#m
D
F#m
F#
D
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