Tom: G# minor
Verse 1
Bbm
C#
Hey, yo,
C
B
Waxman, what up, brah?
It's your boy.
C#
C
Vegas last night at this party, man.
B
I was hangin' out with 50
Cent's cousins and
C#
C
Anyway, he said he was
gonna hook you up, man.
B
Bbm
I gave him your number, him, his, and the
VIP.
Chillin' with
Nicole,
C#
C
B
Bbm
C#
Bbm
tell me a bit how you like
C
Bdim
C#
Bbm
C#
C
B
Bbm
C#
C
B
Bbm
C#
C
I do my own thing, I hold my own strings I see
B
your number sometimes when my phone
Bbm
C#
rings I used to answer it, now I hit ignore
C
Bdim
B
No more time for the folklore in your
Bbm
C#
Fake stories that you make up off the cuff
C
And it used to be that I couldn't
Bbm
C#
But now I use my time in wiser ways,
B
Bdim
Cause you've got lies for days and everything
Bbm
C#
I've done you've done but better
C
But you never do anything cool
C#
Toronto right after you won the lotto
C
B
Then you did a model with the
Bbm
Playboy grotto, let me make it muy claro
C#
C
We are done, ain't friends, we ain't buddies,
B
we ain't pals, we ain't chums
Bbm
You're the boy who cried wolf,
C#
I'm the pissed off shepherd
C
B
I ain't trying to be rude,
Bbm
I'm just looking at the front of ya
C#
C
B
Turn down your lights
Bbm
C#
You're letting your true color
C
Bdim
B
Bbm
s show
C#
C
Turn down your lights
B
You're letting all my suspi
Bbm
C#
cious glow
C
Bdim
Outlive what I can't see
B
Bbm
Man, you need to simmer down
B
Bbm
Like you flip a brown sun up in the brown
C#
You said you was a youth
C
Your poker face sucks, man
Bdim
Give it up and tell the truth,
Bbm
C#
I'm an 8 -pointer in the form of a viddy
C
B
Oh, next time you say you roll with
Bbm
Diddy at the hot test club in
New
York
C#
City
C
Especially when the same night my
B
boy said he saw you up in
Chippie
C#
Beanmore, getting your oil changed
C
I told him you was going to the
Bbm
And as the years go by,
C
And everybody starts ignoring
Bdim
B
all your stories and claims
Bbm
And then you wonder why you're
C#
pretty much friendless
B
understand what a friend is
Bbm
You see, a friend ain't something
C#
you can up and replace
B
Bbm
you might as well put him in the basement
C#
C
B
Turn down your lights
Bbm
C#
You're lettin' your true colors
C
Bdim
B
Bbm
show
C#
C
Turn down your lights
Bdim
Cause you're lettin' off
B
Bbm
a suspicious glow
C#
C
Bdim
B
I can't see
Bbm
Am
Bbm
Am
Bbm
Get out of my face, you imbecile,
Am
big wax, you're full of nonsense
B
Am
Ayo, life's too short, you're wasting time
So if you got a friend that's
sorta like mine
Gotta cut the ass off and leave him behind
And just bask in the glory of
Am
C
And just dance, turn it up,
Em
you gotta throw up your hands
and all the people in the stands
Gotta turn it up
Em
Cars, sheets, and the fans,
Am
And just dance, turn it up
Em
You gotta throw up your hands,
And all the people in the stands,
Em
Am
gotta turn it up
Em
Cars, sheets, and the fans,
C
Am
gotta turn it up
Ayo,
C
ain't never call me back, man?
Bbm
I was gonna tell my boy over
Def
C#
C
Jam about your music, man
Bbm
C#
C
Ayo, turn down your lights
Bdim
B
Bbm
C#
You're letting your
C
Bdim
true colors show
B
Bbm
C#
C
Yeah, turn down your lights
B
Cause you're letting all my
Bbm
C#
suspicions glow
C
Bdim
B
Bbm
C#
C
B
Bbm
C#
I'm blind, I can't see
C
Bdim
B
Bbm
C#
C
B
Bbm
C#
C
Bdim
B
Bbm
.
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