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[Intro ]
G Em 
  Am           D   G 
I see why God did, mm 
Em 
Mm 

 
          Am                                     D 
I see why God didn't want us to got and eat the fruit 
                                       G 
Man, that's why sometimes I wish I was dumb 
                                    G 
Then I'd be one of these dull motherfuckers 
                  G 
Just smiling with nothing to lose 
      Am 
Oh my god 
                                      D 
Wish being dumb was something I could choose 
                                       G 
Then loving you would be something I'd do 
                                    Em 
And I'd be one of your bitches just smiling like it ain't a thing 
 

 
             Am 
But you're allergic to the truth 
          D 
Like the truth just ain't your shoe size 
G 
Poking through them holes 
           G 
Like you be poking through them hoes 
             Am 
But you're allergic to the truth 
          D 
Like the truth just ain't your shoe size 
G 
Poking through them holes 
           G 
Like you be poking through them hoes 
 

 
         Am       D 
And I'm alone again 
                       G 
Don't call me, I ain't your fucking friend, huh 
               Am       D 
Shocking, I'm alone again 
                       G                    N.C. 
Don't call me, I ain't your fucking friend, yeah 
 

 
N.C.      Am                                     D 
I see why God didn't want us to got and eat the fruit 
                                       G 
Man, that's why sometimes I wish I was dumb 
            N.C.                    G 
Then I'd be one of these dull motherfuckers 
                  G 
Just smiling with nothing to lose 
      Am 
Oh my god 
                                      D 
Wish being dumb was something I could choose 
                                       G 
Then loving you would be something I'd do 
                                     G 
Instead of one of these bitches with something to prove 
 

 
             Am 
But you're allergic to the truth 
          D 
Like the truth just ain't your shoe size 
G 
Poking through them holes 
           G 
Like you be poking through them hoes 
               Am 
Yeah, you're allergic to the truth 
          D 
Like the truth just ain't your shoe size 
           G 
And you're poking through them holes 
            N.C. 
Like you be stroking all them hoes 
 

 
         Am 
And I'm alone again 
D                                 G 
 Don't call me, boy, I ain't your fucking friend 
           Am 
Yeah, I'm alone again 
      D                     G 
Don't call me, I'm not your fucking friend 
       Em 
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 
(Pinocchio them hoes) 
 

Outro 
Am      D 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah 
             G 
You're just another missed call 
G                                    Am 
 Missed having it all 'cause you're alone again 
   D 
Oh-oh 
             G 
You're just another missed call 
Em                                N.C. 
Missed having it all 'cause you're alone again 
N.C 
You're just another missed call 
N.C: 
Missed having it all, I'm not your fucking friend 
N.C. 
If we never speak again, whoop-di-doo 
N.C. 
Whoop-di-damn-doo 
N.C. 
Thank you