Tonalidad: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Operator, here's my dime,
F
collect me please,
Dm
I know that she's at
Am
F
Dm
home.
Am
It's four o 'clock on
F
a Sunday morning.
Dm
Am
Who the hell is callin' my phone
Pickin' me up,
Dm
F
I'm stretchin' and yawnin'
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
If you had any sense,
Am
you'd leave me alone
Wee hours of the mornin'
and word is bond
F
I'm in jail, I need bail again,
the word is bond
Dm
Knocked James in a tux
Am
with olive drink on my cup
With a game all on it
with healthy letters to clap
So what up?
Can you free me
before my prints come back?
F
And they run him through the system
Am
F
and realize that I'm black
Dm
All I remember was the stripper,
Am
then I faded to red
Said her name was December,
then she sat on my lap
Mary Kripma, liquor and higher power,
my witness
F
I thought fleeing the people
Am
was just a matter of fitness
Dm
With all the nice drinks,
Am
compliments of Dennis
Whoever the fuck that is, Dennis is this
Two middle fingers up, Dennis is this
F
Dennis tab maxed out
Am
on titties and fists
Dm
Whoever the fuck Dennis is,
Am
Dennis is this
Cause I don't think that
dude we was drinkin' with
was Dennis at all, fam
It's four o 'clock on a
F
Am
Sunday mornin'
Dm
Am
Who the hell is callin' my phone?
Pickin' me up,
F
I'm stretchin' and yawnin'
Dm
If you had it any sense,
Am
you'd leave me alone
Ha!
F
Yup, I'm a waste for the money
But I just wanna tell you I'm drunk
and I'm kinda horny
I know it gets annoying,
Am
but I've been losing my grip
Every woman I talk to
F
I treat like a therapist and it's a bitch
Am
F
Mainly cause I'm not considered you one
I wanna let you go
Am
but every time I seem to screw up
Now that's the problem
with the space that you occupy
It's going great
and then the thought
of you would cross my mind
Box of wine and a card
and a call for nails in
F
Convince me now would be a
Am
great time for hate mailing
Dm
Like, hey bitch,
how the hell have you been?
Am
Remember me?
We were dating
and you slept with my friends
I just thought that I'd remind you
in case you ever forget it
F
You train yourself to believe
Am
that you're not a terrible wretch
Dm
You broke my heart
into like a million pieces
Am
Here's another dim -litted
picture of my penis
Woah, what the fuck is going on?
F
Greaves, you saved my number
under the wrong name
Am
Dm
In your phone, is that a picture of ya?
Am
I'ma pretend I ain't see that
All that rain got you suicidal
Am
You had too much to drink again
F
Whiskey and a cell phone
Am
ain't never gonna be your friend
Dm
You bruise your moves, homie,
Am
you've been warned
You're better off using your cell phone
No watch porn,
grab some lotion and a napkin
Jack off then pass out
F
All these drunk texts
Am
will have you fucked off and ass out
Dm
I hope you black out
Am
before you do any more damage
I checked the timeline, homie,
why you tweeting in Spanish?
I understand if this is what you
gotta go through
F
But when you sober up,
Am
I got some screenshots to show you
Dm
Grease, bro, trust me
Am
And you gon' be hella happy
Am
that all of them texts didn't go through
It's four o 'clock on a
Dm
Am
Who the hell is callin' my phone
Pickin' me up,
F
I'm stretchin' and yawnin'
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
If you had any sense,
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you'd leave me alone
Am
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