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[Intro]
Am Am G/B
I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11
C
I've got a shitty father and I'd like to go to Heaven
G
Internally,
I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
F
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
Am
They tell me not to falter,
G/B
to tell 'em who I am
C
But I'm not fucking sure,
I know I love shitty men
G
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
F
This place that I'm in,
this fucking state that I'm in
Am
Sometimes in the morning,
G/B
I feel bad when I get up
C
And I'll look around my house,
and I'll look at all the stuff
G
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
F
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
[Chorus]
Am G/B C
No, I don't wanna talk about it
G
I'd rather write my way around it
F
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
Am G/B C
No, I don't like the way it sounded
G
And I don't know no one around here
F
And I don't wanna talk about it
Am
I don't wanna talk about it
[Verse 1]
Am G/B
I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
C
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of
losing
G
All I've ever had,
losing all I've ever fought for
F
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
Am G/B
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
C
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to
forgive
G
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
F
Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus
[Pre-Chorus]
Am G/B
I would like to not be bitter and not take that back
C
And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black
G
And it's four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
F
Paranoid that someone's there,
it's only ever just the wind
[Chorus]
Am G/B C
No, I don't wanna talk about it
G
I'd rather write my way around it
F
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
Am G/B C
No, I don't like the way it sounded
G
And I don't know no one around here
F
And I don't wanna talk about it
[Outro]
Am G/B
So now that I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
C
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do
without
G
I walk in with my head high,
I feel like a tall child
F
I sampled Lemonade and made Gucci Mane proud
[Intro]
| Am - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - |
I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11
I've got a shitty father and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally,
I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter,
to tell 'em who I am
But I'm not fucking sure,
I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in,
this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning,
I feel bad when I get up
And I'll look around my house,
and I'll look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
[Chorus]
| Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - | G - - - |
| F - - - | Am - - - |
No, I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
[Verse 1]
| Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |
I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of
losing
All I've ever had,
losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to
forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus
[Pre-Chorus]
| Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |
I would like to not be bitter and not take that back
And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black
And it's four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there,
it's only ever just the wind
[Chorus]
| Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - | Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |
No, I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
[Outro]
| Am - - G/B | C - - - |
| G - - - | F - - - |
So now that I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do
without
I walk in with my head high,
I feel like a tall child
I sampled Lemonade and made Gucci Mane proud
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