IntroD..VerseD..Hey hey, I thought that you would call me
Are you still kinda high? Coming down from the Molly?
Oh, it's fine
I ain't on anyone's mind
D..And I know that I gotta have faith
But it's kinda ******* hard at the end of every day
Stuck in my mind
Like all the time
Bm..And some nights when I'm feeling suicidal
I could reAach for the gun, I could reach for the bottle
But it's grDeat
At least, now I'm getting paid
ChorusAnd it goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
It goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
And suddenly you're g
Done
VerseI'm o
Dut in LA with a Beverly Hills hottie
The kind that wants to go and sniff the pills off my body
Only kn
Bmows me 'cause I wrote the song about the hotel lobby
But trust me, all my wilder days are behind me.
D..
I'm l
Daying in bed at the Chateau
With someone I saw on TV but I barely even know
Small t
Bmalk for a second then I gotta leave
Walk out separate, you're famous, you can't be seen with me.
D...
ChorusIt goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
It goes
Bmon and
F#m on and
Aon
And suddenly you're g
Done
InstrumentalD...
BridgeD..I don't know if I would call it luck
But I, I didn't make the twenty-seven club
I'm twenty-ei
Bmght
So, y'all ain't gotta dig my grave.
A...
InterludeBm.....
F#m......
A.
Bm.....
F#m......
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ChorusYeah, it goes
Bmon and
F#mon and
Aon
It goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
It goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
It goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
It goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
It goes
Bmon and
F#mon and o
An
And suddenly you're g
Done
OutroD...