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Intro: D | D | A | A | Bm Bm | G | G Gmaj A Aadd11 } ×2 D And I always find, yeah, A I always find something wrong. You been putting up with my shit Bm Just way too long. I’m so gifted at finding G What I don’t like the most. Gmaj So I think it’s time A D For us to have a toast. Chorus: D Let’s have a toast For the douchebags. Let’s have a toast A For the assholes. Let’s have a toast For the scumbags. Bm Every one of them that I know. Let’s have a toast For the jerk-offs. G That’ll never take work off. Baby, I got a plan: A D Run away fast as you can. D She find pictures in my email. I sent this girl a picture A Of my dick. I don’t know what it is with females, Bm But I’m not too good with that shit. See, I could have me a good girl, And still be addicted G To them hood rats. And I just blame everything on you. Gmaj At least you know A D That’s what I’m good at. D And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find A Something wrong. You been putting up with my shit Bm Just way too long. I’m so gifted at finding G What I don’t like the most. Gmaj So I think it’s time A D For us to have a toast. Chorus: D Let’s have a toast For the douchebags. Let’s have a toast A For the assholes. Let’s have a toast For the scumbags. Bm Every one of them that I know. Let’s have a toast For the jerk-offs. G That’ll never take work off. Baby, I got a plan: A D Run away fast as you can. Bridge: D Dsus4 Run away from me, baby, D Run away. A A6 Run away from me, baby, A7 Bm Run away. When it starts to get crazy, Then run away. G Babe, I got a plan: Gmaj A Run away as fast as you can. D Run away from me, baby, Run away. A Run away from me, baby, Run away. Bm When it starts to get crazy, Why can’t she just run away? G Baby, I got a plan: Gmaj A Run away as fast as you can. D Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, Pussy stays on my mind. A I-I-I-I did it. Alright, alright, I admit it. Now pick your next move. You can leave or live with it. Bm Ichabod Crane with that Motherfucking top off. Split and go where? G Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha. Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off. Gmaj Let’s talk over Mai Tais, A Waitress, top it off. D Hoes like vultures wanna fly In your Freddy loafers. You can’t blame ’em, Dsus4 D A They ain’t never seen Versace sofas. Every bag, every blouse, Every bracelet. A6 Comes with a price tag, A7 Bm Baby, face it. You should leave If you can’t accept the basics. Plenty hoes in The baller-nigga matrix. G Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless. Gmaj A I’m just young, rich, and tasteless, P! D Never was much of a romantic. A I could never take the intimacy. And I know I did damage. ’Cause the look in your eyes Bm Is killing me. I guess you knew of that advantage. ’Cause you could blame me G For everything. And I don’t know how I’ma manage. Gmaj A D If one day, you just up and leave. D And I always find, yeah, A I always find something wrong. You been putting up with my shit Bm Just way too long. I’m so gifted at finding G What I don’t like the most. Gmaj So I think it’s time A D For us to have a toast. Chorus: D Let’s have a toast For the douchebags. Let’s have a toast A For the assholes. Let’s have a toast For the scumbags. Bm Every one of them that I know. Let’s have a toast For the jerk-offs. G That’ll never take work off. Baby, I got a plan: Gmaj A Run away fast as you can. Instrumental: D | D D Dsus4 D | A | A A A6 A7 | Bm | Bm | G | G Gmaj A Aadd11 | D | D
Published 10.09.26