ACouldn't taste the taste that I was ta Bdimstin'
ACouldn't hear the waste that I was mak Bdimin'
DTired of the life I was facAin' GDF#
ACouldn't tell one from anBdimother
ACouldn't hide a secret from my moBdimther
DAny other Bdim6mother wouldnt boAther GDF#
EmMakin' time, breakin' ground
Sail brown bay to chocolate Atown GDF#
AGot me on the porch I'm in the front Bdimrow
ASays "shits for real" then like I dont Bdimknow
DGet your punk ass Bm6back to the Adog Gshow DF#
(figure out some kind of solo here.)
AA new breath I feel the grip reBdimleasin'
AScrapin' my guts off of the Bdimceiling
DI got that su Bm6nny bunny feelin' AGDF#