BoyWithUke – Dear Hollywood (Ukulele Live)

C
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

         F
Makes 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 ellipticals

               F
That have more functionality, a part of me just wants the gang to see

C                             E7
I don't care who your husband is

                                 Am
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

N.C         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                          E7
I got coupons in my pocket and I rarely shop at Target

        Am                          F
I don't flex my seven figures at all

            C
I don't get— (Mm)

          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 (Woo!)

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

             C
(I-I-I—) 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                          E7
I got coupons in my pocket and I rarely shop at Target

        Am                          F
I don't flex my seven figures at all

            C
I don't get— (Mm)

E7 Am F            C
       I don't get— (Mm)