Intro: C E7 Am F

Verse 1:
C
Hey, don't you hate those types of people
       E7
That believe they're in a movie? And their movie needs a sequel?
         Am
That the world revolves around the sound of their voice

-Voice of the seagulls-
         F
Makes my psyche feel so tiny and my sanity go feeble
   C
But that's not me though, I know I have an ego
  E7
I know that I'm a jerk at times and hypocritical
              Am
Don't mean to get political, but I know some ellipticals
               F
That have more functionality, a part of me just wants the gang to see

Pre-Chorus:
C                             E7
I don't care who your husband is
                                 Am
Don't care how many girls you've kissed
                           F
How many lives you've influenced
                            C
You're just like everybody else
                     E7
I'm only ever in the hills
                          Am
Because the label pays my bills
                           F
I'd rather be at home with monsters

Than the city of angels

Chorus:
nc          C
I don't get xxxxxes, I get money
         E7
Got real friends who think I'm funny
        Am                            F
I don't smoke and I don't party at all
      C                          E7
I got coupons in my pocket and I rarely shop at Target
        Am                          F
I don't flex my seven figures at all
            C
I don't get— -Mm-

Instrumental: E7 Am F

Verse 2:
          C
I've been sad for a day, so I guess that means I'm lame
        E7
That's okay, you can talk about how I should be ashamed
       Am
No, it doesn't bother me, 'cause I'm a xxxxing prodigy
          F
And being cool means to be a xxxxing dumbass, logically
       C
Then sure, I guess you're cool, congrats, one of a kind
       E7
I took one look at your face and, no, I can't say I'm surprised
       Am
Your design and how you are left me speechless, it's bizarre
            F
How you can be this xxxxing stupid, yet, deserve to be a tzar -Woo!-

Pre-Chorus:
C                      E7
I simply do not give a xxxx
                                  Am
You say I'm trash, xxxxx, I'm the truck
                              F
You'd kiss my ass and hold my cup
                           C
If you had found out who I was
                           E7
It's funny how some people change
                          Am
Soon as they recognize my face
                                  F
Their fits are fly, but heads are dense
                               nc
You're not that guy, bro, no offense

Chorus:
             C
-I-I-I—- I don't get xxxxxes, I get money
         E7
Got real friends who think I'm funny
        Am                            F
I don't smoke and I don't party at all
      C                          E7
I got coupons in my pocket and I rarely shop at Target
        Am                          F
I don't flex my seven figures at all
            C
I don't get— -Mm-

Outro:
E7 Am F            C
       I don't get— -Mm-