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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] B A G/F# e|---------------------------------|-----------------------------------| B|---------------------------------|-----------------------------------| G|---------------------------------|-----------------------------------| D|-----0-------0-------0-------0---|----0-------0-------0--------------| A|---9---9---9---9---7---7---7---7-|--5---5---5---5---5---5---5---4----| E|-7-------7-------5-------5-------|3-------3-------3-------3---2------| B A G* e|---------------------------------|-----------------------------------| B|---------------------------------|-----------------------------------| G|---------------------------------|-----------------------------------| D|-----0-------0-------0-------0---|----4-------4-------4-------4------| A|---9---9---9---9---7---7---7---7-|--5---5---5---5---5---5---5---5----| E|-7-------7-------5-------5-------|3-------3-------3-------3----------| No-one wants to kiss a girl in black [Hook]
BWorry 'bout yoAurself, baby, I'll be G/F#good I just wanna die in peace tonight B You can see it in my faAce, so I wear my hG*ood Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight B Everybody cAold where I come from CG/F#ut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up BNext summer, AI'll be on a island, with your G*bitch and a bottle
And a pocket full of numbers [Verse]
BDon't stutter, sAlang from the gutter Got bG/F#ang for ya' butter
Got my name from my mother
BNo other, Ashinin' thru' the shutter Say she G*over me
Whatever, 'cause she underneath my cover
BBet you wish you hAad my flow I kG/F#now I'm dope, I could ask your hoe BBet you wish you got me maAd You don't, you wG*on't, not never
Stop blowin' up my phone [Interlude] Yo, run that shit back for me [Hook]
BWorry 'bout yoAurself, baby, I'll be G/F#good I just wanna die in peace tonight B You can see it in my faAce, so I wear my hG*ood Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight B Everybody cAold where I come from CG/F#ut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up BNext summer, AI'll be on a island, with your G*bitch and a bottle
And a pocket full of numbers