Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Eb
[Voice messages from
upset girlfriends]
Hey you fucking asshole
Gm
Eb
Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning
some vomit out of my car
Gm
Eb
Sean, I'm so fucking pissed at you I could
rip your goddamn arms off and..
Gm
Anyways, I don't care,
Eb
I don't wanna fucking talk to you
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I don't know what your deal's been lately,
but I fucked you like 15 times
Gm
And you just take and take
Eb
And you just fuck everyone over
in the end anyways
Okay and number 2, being fucked up
Gm
Eb
Is not an excuse to piss in
the goddamn fish tank
Gm
Eb
I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you
acting like you can just fuckin..
Gm
Leave a trail of destruction and shit
Eb
Everytime I'm around you
and I'm fucking tired of it
It's just not cool, my roommates told me
What the fuck you did after you
Gm
Eb
got stupid drunk as usual
Gm
Eb
I don't ever want you in my fucking house
In my fucking car,
anywhere near me
Gm
It's fucking over,
Eb
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I don't want to think about you anymore,
Gm
Eb
I don't ever want to see you again
Even if you don't care,
you can never ever come into my house again
Gm
Eb
Fuck me? Fuck you. Rot in fucking hell
Fuck you, go fuck yourself
You should care,
if you give a fuck at all (?) you'll call me
Hear me out, don't come fucking crying to me
when your world falls apart and
You have nowhere to turn,
Interlude 1
alright? Have a good day
Eb
Verse 2
Eb
Gm
Eb
...Already? Already? Already?
Interlude 2
What'd you call 'em?
Eb
Verse 3
Eb
[Slug]
I can't imagine some of
the things that you've seen
City to city with no spot to sleep
I know she will run with opposable
thumbs
She's trying to overcome all
of the maniacs(?)
Coast to coast, who knows the most?
Age before beauty,
sleep before scrutiny
Who could it be now,
here she comes
With an eve(?) of her tongue
and the games that she runs
Little girl dolls(?) never get lost,
pay the cost, embrace the flaws
Let her get tossed in the
F#
Eb
back of a mid- size
Trying to look at life through those
kid's eyes
"Jackpot", that's in quotes
F#
Eb
Sometimes you gotta let
go if you wanna get votes
But fuck the votes,
F#
I spin towards the clouds
Eb
A bullet in your head sits still allowed
I used to pretend that I gave a fuck
Now a do give a fuck, a little too much
F#
Let's see what you got Naomi
Eb
Gm
Back view from Missouri, show me little homey
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