Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
F
G
A
She rocked
Dm
in more ways than one
G
But she got a head start
when the games begun
A
Dm
Chasing stardom in the slalom
A
Dm
And I hope she get her medal
Em
Am
when the race is run
Dm
Caked up—her wallet and her make- up
G
Em
Huh, think she coming off a breakup
A
And she finna stay up all night
Chase dawn light and some validation
Am
Dm
The fact she dunno that she's more
Than just a whole lot to look at
Em
Is the type of shit a judge
ought to throw a book at
A
She asking me where Bozo and Crook at
Am
What she really wanna know is
F
where the icing shug at
Dm
Socialite, gotta make sacrifices
Em
A
She never satisfied, lost her appetite
But then again baby,
maybe you should have a bite
Verse 2
Dm
Em
parties these days
A
Don't nobody eat that cake, no way
Am
Dm
When the birthday boy says
Em
you can cut me a slice
A
But I won't en joy the taste
Am
I swear at parties at these
Dm
Em
days
A
Don't nobody eat that cake, no way
Am
Dm
Stomach smaller than my eyes,
Em
I can't wipe the grin off my face
A
But I got a whole lot on my,
Am
whole lot on my, whole lot on my plate
Verse 3
And I swear
Dm
He turned up to the party
Em
up when he face the sun
A
Dunno if he had the red pill or the blue pill
Dm
But either way, he ain't the one
Am
F
While the pusher- men and the
Dm
teachers talk chemistry
G
Em
Trade recipes, make revelry
A
Probably fail in a litmus test
Sea of beer crimes with no witnesses
Dm
Em
So he chop lines up, rearrange them
Play a little word association
A
All the while he performs, makes sure
He's center of attention,
Dm
Settle down mate, listen here guy
Em
Let's get it straight like a queer eye
A
Here's a little secret from me to you
If you wanna have your cake,
eat it and not eat it too
Verse 4
Dm
Em
parties these days
Am
A
Don't nobody eat that cake, no way
Am
Dm
When the birthday boy says
Em
you can cut me a slice
Am
A
But I won't en joy the taste
Am
Dm
Em
I swear at parties at these days
A
Don't nobody eat that cake,
Dm
Stomach smaller than my eyes,
Em
I can't wipe the grin off my face
A
Am
But I got a whole lot on my,
whole lot on my, whole lot on my plate
Interlude 1
F
G
A
Dm
Em
G
A
F#dim
Don't know if it's the
Verse 5
But I know I put it somewhere
Dm
Em
Yeah, the best damn time
I put it up there
But I know I put it somewhere
Am
Dm
Yeah, the best damn time
But I know I put it somewhere
Dm
Yeah, the best damn time
A
Think I lost my mind, but
Verse 6
Dm
Em
I swear at parties these days
A
Don't nobody eat that cake, no way
Am
Dm
When the birthday boy says you
G
Em
can cut me a slice
A
But I won't en joy the taste
Am
I swear at parties at these
Dm
Em
days
A
Don't nobody eat that cake, no way
Am
Dm
Stomach smaller than my eyes,
Em
I can't wipe the grin off my face
Am
A
But I got a whole lot on my,
Am
whole lot on my, whole lot on my plate
And I swear
Verse 7
F
Dm
Don't know if it's the best damn time
Em
But I put it up there
Am
But I know I put it somewhere
F
Dm
Yeah, the best damn time
A
Am
A
Think I lost my mind, but
Outro 1
F
Em
G
A
F
Dm
Em
G
A
Dm
A
Em
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
A
F
Am
Dm
A
F
Dm
A
Am
F
Dm
A
F
Dm
A
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