Dear Hollywood

Intro: C  E7  Am  F 

             C 
Ahem, hey, don't you hate those types of people 
       E7 
That believe they're in a movie? 

And their movie needs a sequel? 
         Am 
That the world revolves around the sound of their voice 

(Voice of seagulls) 

              F 
They make my psyche feel so tiny 

And my sanity go feeble 
   C 
But that's not me though 

I know I have an ego 
  E7 
I know that I'm a jerk at times and hypocritical 
               Am 
Don't mean to get political 

But I know some elipticals 
                F 
That have more functionality 

A part of me just wants to gag, you see? 

C                               E7 
I don't care who your husband is 
                                      Am 
I don't care how many girls you've kissed 
                           F 
How many lives you've influenced 
                           C 
You're just like everybody else 
                        E7 
I'm only ever in the hills 
                             Am 
Because the label pays my bills 
                              F 
I'd rather be at home with monsters 

Than in the city of angels 

             C 
I don't get bitches, I get money 
           E7 
Got real friends who think I'm funny 
        Am                          F 
I don't smoke and I don't party at all 
      C 
I got coupons in my pockets 
      E7 
And I rarely shop at Target 
         Am                       F 
I don't flex my seven figures at all 
         C  E7  Am  F 
I don't get- 

          C 
I've been sad for a day 

So I guess that means I'm lame 
        E7 
That's okay 

You can talk about how I should be ashamed 
       Am 
No, it doesn't bother me 

Cause I'm a fucking prodigy 
           F 
And being cool means to be a fucking dumbass logically 
        C 
Then sure, I guess you're cool 

Congrats, one of a kind 
            E7 
I took one look at your face and 

No, I can't say I'm surprised 
         Am 
Your design and how you are 

Left me speechless, it's bizarre 
            F 
How you can be this fucking stupid 

Yet, deserve to be a (tzar) 

C                        E7 
I simply do not give a fuck 
                                    Am 
You say I'm trash, bitch, I'm the truck 
                               F 
You'd kiss my ass and hold my cup 
                            C 
If you had found out who I was 
                             E7 
It's funny how some people change 
                           Am 
Soon as they recognize my face 
                                   F 
Their fits are fly, but heads are dense 

You're not that guy, bro, no offense 


(I, I, I) 
             C 
I don't get bitches, I get money 
           E7 
Got real friends who think I'm funny 
        Am                          F 
I don't smoke and I don't party at all 
      C 
I got coupons in my pockets 
      E7 
And I rarely shop at Target 
         Am                       F 
I don't flex my seven figures at all 
         C  E7  Am  F 
I don't get- 
         C  E7  Am  F 
I don't get- 
         C 
I don't get-