And If I Did, You Deserved It. taby ukulele według Will Wood

[Intro]
C
 
[Verse]
          C
I want a new pair of shades, get paid to wear shoes
C
Do what I say, don't say what I do
            F                     C
And we're alone now, high up but low down
              G                              F
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a
 knife
           G                    Gb       G*
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror
 
                C
Oh, I wanna be saved from the fame but be loved from 
afar
     C
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my 
scars
        F                          C
Get my good side, don't get on my bad side
              G                              F
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a
 knife
              G                                 F
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack 
on a guy
           G                               F
But I'm deserving every word they could begin to 
apply
                     G       G*
Well, at least they know now

 
[Chorus]
         F           C              G               
That I really don't care what you think or what you 
C
say
         F          C                   G    
Either that or I’d do it too much, oh, well, 
           C
whatever, either way
F          C                G           C
My heart's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
          F        C             G      C
But it's not big enough for the both of us
          F        C             G      C   C*
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
 
[Verse]
           C
I want no less than the best but the best I can do
           C*
Is do the worst things first and leave the rest up to
 you
        F                     C
I'm realistic, everyone's a critic
           G                              F
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the 
fight
           G7              G7*
And get my ass kicked, I'm poisonous, not toxic
 
        C
I'll admit when I'm wrong but only to be right
           C                           C7
And if it fits in the song I'll rhyme that with 
contrived
                F    F*                        C
Don't meet your idols. Hey, fuck you, I'm your idol
              G                             F
But the only label that I'll sign is in the DSM-5
            G7                         F
‘Cause my flaws are sorta on the pathological side
              G7                  F
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick
                G*
‘Cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich and
 that's the only difference
 
[Chorus]
        F           C              G               
And I really don't care what you think or what you 
 C
say
         F         C                    G    
Either that or I’d do it too much, oh, well, 
           C
whatever, either way
F          C                G           C
My heart's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
          F        C             G      C
But it's not big enough for the both of us
          F        C             G      C
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
 
[Bridge]
        E7                       Am
And if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
          E7                       Am
Yeah, if looks could kill I'd be staring in the 
mirror
          E7                       Am
Yeah, if looks could kill I'd be staring in the 
mirror
     Dm                                G
Even more than I already would ‘cause man, I'm 
looking good
 
[Chorus]
        F           C              G               
And I really don't care what you think or what you 
 C
say
       F             C                 G           
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay 
  C
away
    F              C               G               C
My heart's fucking empty and I'm trying to fill it up
          F        C             G      C
But it's not big enough for the both of us
 
    F           C              G                C
I really don't care what you think or what you say
       F             C                 G           
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay 
 C
away
    F              C               G               C
My heart's fucking empty and I'm trying to fill it up
          F        C             G      C
But it's not big enough for the both of us
          F        C             G      C
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
          F        C             G      C*
No, it's not big enough for the both of us