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Intro: C | C | G | G | Am Am | F | F Fmaj G Gadd11 } ×2 C And I always find, yeah, G I always find something wrong. You been putting up with my shit Am Just way too long. I’m so gifted at finding F What I don’t like the most. Fmaj So I think it’s time G C For us to have a toast. Chorus: C Let’s have a toast For the douchebags. Let’s have a toast G For the assholes. Let’s have a toast For the scumbags. Am Every one of them that I know. Let’s have a toast For the jerk-offs. F That’ll never take work off. Baby, I got a plan: G C Run away fast as you can. C She find pictures in my email. I sent this girl a picture G Of my dick. I don’t know what it is with females, Am But I’m not too good with that shit. See, I could have me a good girl, And still be addicted F To them hood rats. And I just blame everything on you. Fmaj At least you know G C That’s what I’m good at. C And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find G Something wrong. You been putting up with my shit Am Just way too long. I’m so gifted at finding F What I don’t like the most. Fmaj So I think it’s time G C For us to have a toast. Chorus: C Let’s have a toast For the douchebags. Let’s have a toast G For the assholes. Let’s have a toast For the scumbags. Am Every one of them that I know. Let’s have a toast For the jerk-offs. F That’ll never take work off. Baby, I got a plan: G C Run away fast as you can. Bridge: C Csus4 Run away from me, baby, C Run away. G G6 Run away from me, baby, G7 Am Run away. When it starts to get crazy, Then run away. F Babe, I got a plan: Fmaj G Run away as fast as you can. C Run away from me, baby, Run away. G Run away from me, baby, Run away. Am When it starts to get crazy, Why can’t she just run away? F Baby, I got a plan: Fmaj G Run away as fast as you can. C Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, Pussy stays on my mind. G I-I-I-I did it. Alright, alright, I admit it. Now pick your next move. You can leave or live with it. Am Ichabod Crane with that Motherfucking top off. Split and go where? F Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha. Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off. Fmaj Let’s talk over Mai Tais, G Waitress, top it off. C Hoes like vultures wanna fly In your Freddy loafers. You can’t blame ’em, Csus4 C G They ain’t never seen Versace sofas. Every bag, every blouse, Every bracelet. G6 Comes with a price tag, G7 Am Baby, face it. You should leave If you can’t accept the basics. Plenty hoes in The baller-nigga matrix. F Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless. Fmaj G I’m just young, rich, and tasteless, P! C Never was much of a romantic. G I could never take the intimacy. And I know I did damage. ’Cause the look in your eyes Am Is killing me. I guess you knew of that advantage. ’Cause you could blame me F For everything. And I don’t know how I’ma manage. Fmaj G C If one day, you just up and leave. C And I always find, yeah, G I always find something wrong. You been putting up with my shit Am Just way too long. I’m so gifted at finding F What I don’t like the most. Fmaj So I think it’s time G C For us to have a toast. Chorus: C Let’s have a toast For the douchebags. Let’s have a toast G For the assholes. Let’s have a toast For the scumbags. Am Every one of them that I know. Let’s have a toast For the jerk-offs. F That’ll never take work off. Baby, I got a plan: Fmaj G Run away fast as you can. Instrumental: C | C C Csus4 C | G | G G G6 G7 | Am | Am | F | F Fmaj G Gadd11 | C | C
Published 10.09.26