Intro:
 (nc)
Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?

Verse 1:
(nc)
Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny
(nc)
I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
(nc)
Fun, fun, funny, you’ll run from me
(nc)
No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
 Gm
Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it
 Gm
Like a pickpocket, you had the mic, now you can't drop it
 Eb
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
 D
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down

Chorus:
         Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Eb                                                     D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
        Eb        Dm           Cm            Ab
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

Verse 2:
 (nc)
I think I’m up for the challenge
            Gm
Shoe show I got me some mileage
           Eb
I bought a car and a cottage
           Eb
I’ve got Suzanne in my baggage
       Gm
Got a list in my bucket
              Gm
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
        Eb
I fit in any socket
           Eb
Close the door, I'ma knock it

Pre-chorus:
           Gm
I got my ticket, I'ma flee
  Gm
Selling oVerseas
        Eb
I just blink and get a fee
 (nc)
Watch out, what you think of me?

Chorus:
         Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Eb                                                     D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
        Eb        Dm           Cm            Ab
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

Verse 3:
 (nc)
Lately I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
                    Gm
Never miss one shot, I’m sick as a gun
       Eb
I got mortal friends, I’m dead as they come
       Eb              D
Like, hey! I’m on the way!
                         Gm
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
                          Gm
Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
                         Eb
When we crash, I hit the ER, this is a thriller, I did it for the PR
Eb                   D
I did it for the fear, I did it knowing there’s a
   Gm
D’animal pack in the back of the fridge, I go pack it up
        Gm
Might triple attack and battery-acid, my stacks in the cab
  Eb
Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs
                    Eb
I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up

Chorus:
 (nc)                                                       Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Eb                                                     D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         (nc)
I don’t (Okay, now repeat that one more time)
         Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Eb                                                     D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
         Gm                                                    D7  
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
        Eb        Dm           Cm            Ab
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
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