Harley Poe – Ive Got Problems (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
Dm F Dm A Dm A
[Verse 1]
Dm Talking to myself again F About how i'll never win Bb I look into the mirror, A And that's how my day begins F A I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind Dm Well I don't shower I'm a slob F I've gone years without a job Bb A And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob F A Cause the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind
[Chorus]
Bb C F A Late at night I justify the way that I am Bb C I try to pray but it's too late F Dm A Cause she don't give a daaaaamn Bb C F Dm A If I could change just one small thing about my face Bb C I'd simply just erase Dm Because I've got problems Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems A Dm I do some fucked up shit Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems A Dm Cause I'm a fucked up twit
(Bum Bum Bum Bum to the rhythm and chords of the chorus)
[Verse 2]
Dm I don't wanna kill myself F And don't need no fucking drugs Bb A I just revel in the sickness that comes from this holy love F A Why's it so hard for me to be like you Dm I'm just an animal F Baby aren't we all Bb A I'm full of shit and I live with it til' the day I fall F There's no turning back A So give the devil his due
[Chorus]
Bb C F A Late at night I justify the way that I am Bb C I try to pray but it's too late F Dm A Cause she don't give a daaaaamn Bb C F Dm A If I could change just one small thing about my face Bb C I'd simply just erase Dm Because I've got problems Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems A Dm I do some fucked up shit Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems A Dm Because I'm a fucked up twit Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems A I bet that you do too Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems Dm I've got problems A There's nothing we can do
(Bum Bum Bum Bum to the rhythm and chords of the chorus)
[Verse 3]
A Dm I've forgotten right from wrong F I don't have no protest song Bb I'm just another schmuck A Doing my worst to get along F B With the man who looks like me A Bb And sings these songs A And the lust inside my heart F I spew it through my art Bb I can't control my many ticks A And my life’s falling apart F B A And why can't myself and I just get along
[Outro]
Dm C F A Late at night I justify the way that I am Dm C I try to pray but it's too late F Dm A Cause she don't give a daaaaamn Bb C F A If I could change just one small thing about my face Dm C It's simply to erase