Intro:G EOhh woahhh oh oohh x 4Verse:B AAre you ready for the revolutionG EMy elocution is execution I am a electrocutedB AWhat the hell am I doing up no ideaG EBut catch a wiff of my fingers and you can still smell susanThis chord progression throughout verses.Mouth like a ashtray breath stinking of liquorPocket full of change and yesterdays get upSame jeans that I had the day beforeLaaaaaBridge:BmGuess I?m raps george best with a lot more senseA little more liquor and a lot more sex(Labrinth) Chorus:Bm ASometimes we take it too farD Bmaj7Knocked out, sick on my guitarBm AAnd I hear them sayD Bmaj7Oh my god, say oh my god, say oh my godVerse:Lay my head down on the barCause wiskey never taste goodWhen I hear them sayOh my god, say oh my god, say oh my god.Verse 2The first look you make me shiver, sipperK, picking at yesterdays dinnerThe way I say things it figures I?m Paige thickerWhen I thing says spitters make her say uhhhGet insain and wanna get in my way pickerDay when you wanna get with a rated starDiss me not (I?m frisky)whatStill itching to get me cock in pixie lottBridge:Just call me raps george best with a lot more senseA little more liquor and a lot more sex(Labrinth) Chorus:Sometimes we take it too farKnocked out, sick on my guitarAnd I hear them sayOh my god, say oh my god, say oh my gotLay my head down on the barCause wiskey never taste goodWhen I hear them sayOh my god, say oh my god, say oh my god.Verse:I do drugs casue I like the buzzGo sleep wake up feeling like I tried to fight a busBearly functioning alcoholicLiveing life like a student with a pop stars wallletAlways smiling with my new teethTwo e?s two pupils two 2psIn a chemical romance and I?m loved upThe mascot for a generation full of f--k upsPlay same as chorus for this bit, one strum at a time.Don?t be afraid it?s alrightDon?t be afraid it?s all goodI?m in a daze, always my yesterdays a blurDon?t be afraid it?s alrightDon?t be afraid it?s all goodI?m in a daze, always my yesterdays a blur(Labrinth) Chorus:Sometimes we take it too farKnocked out, sick on my guitarAnd I hear them sayOh my god, say oh my god, say oh my gotLay my head down on the barCause wiskey never taste goodWhen I hear them sayOh my god, say oh my god, oh my god.
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