🎸 Intro: Gm Let me speak to your manager 🎸 Verse 1: Gm B/Gb Oh, you mean Benji? He's ******' busy C G/Gm 'Cause I just drove through AP on my brand-new jet ski G Gm B/Gb So leave some tears after the **** if you're feelin' silly C G/Gm G I'll call you, beep you later if Otto doesn't serial kill me (Otto I'm sorry, stop)
🎸 Verse 2: B7 I'm out of my cage and I'm on the stage G I'm dyin' to give you a show B7 I'm alienated, way overrated G Here are a few of the notes B7 G My fans are the best, they'd love me more dead B7 But, man I can't die 'til I finish the album G 'Cause if I could time it right, **** could Go Platinum But, baby, it's gettin' too loud 🎸 Pre-Chorus: B7 G Da-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da B7 G Da-da-da, da-da, da-da 🎸 Chorus: Gm And everyone's freakin' me out Gm I wake up and I'm up and I'm down Gm Yo, shut the **** out of your mouth Gm Bite tongue 'til there's blood in my mouth Gm It freaks me out 🎸 Interlude: Gm (Otto, where are you going) Gm (Otto, get in the car, get back in the car) 🎸 Verse 3: Gm B/Gb I'm Miss Congeniality, everybody's proud of me C G/Gm But when they try and tell me, volume's muted like they're sound asleep Gm B/Gb Therapy's not working I don't understand so C G/Gm G I kill time playin' tennis with your favorite band, we're singin' 🎸 Pre-Chorus: B7 G Da-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da B7 G Da-da-da, da-da, da-da (One more ******' time) 🎸 Chorus: Gm And everyone's freakin' me out Gm I wake up and I'm up and I'm down Gm Yo, shut the **** out of your mouth Gm Bite tongue 'til there's blood in my mouth Gm B/Gb It freaks me out C G/Gm It freaks me out 🎸 Bridge: Gm B/Gb It gets real super dark C G/Gm Around the edge of my heart, around the edge of my heart Gm B/Gb It gets real super dark C G/Gm Around the edge of my heart, around the edge of my heart (Go) Gm It gets real super dark Around the edge of my heart, around the edge of my heart Gm It gets real ******' dark Around the edge of my heart, around the edge of my heart 🎸 Outro: Gm (Otto, don’t be mad at this) Gm (Woo, yeah! Otto! Otto!) Gm (Oh, man, you don’t look so good)