(Am)star boy.

Ev I’m tryin’ to put you in the worst mood, (G)ah.

P ’ry One a clean er than your church shoes, (F)ah.

Mil li point that two, just to hurt you, (G)ah.

All ets red ver lamps just to tease you, (Am)ah.

None of these the toys on a lease too, (G)ah.

Made your whole year in a week too, (F)yah.

Main No *** pe out of your don’t league ly too, ten.

(G)ah.

I’m in the Side *** out of your ing league E too, tion.

(Am)ah.

House so emp ty, need a cen ter piece.

Twen ty racks, a ta ble carved from eb on y.

Cut that i v’ry in to skin ny piec (G)es, then she clean it with her face.

Well, I love my ba (Am)by.

You talk in’ mon ey, need a hear in’ aid.

You talk in’ ’bout me; I don’t see the shade.

Switch up my style, I’ll take an y lane.

I switch up my cup I kill an y pain.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.

Ev ’ry day a **** you try to test me, (G)ah.

Ev ’ry day a **** er try to end me, (F)ah.

Pull off in that Road ster to S V, (G)ah.

Pock ets o ver weight, get tin’ hef ty, (Am)ah.

Com ing for the king, that’s a far cry, (G)I, I come a live in the fall time, (F)ah.

Main No com pe ti tion, I don’t real ly lis ten.

(G)ah.

I’m in the blue Mul sanne of bump ing New E di tion.

(Am)ah.

House so emp ty, need a cen ter piece.

Twen ty racks, a ta ble carved from eb on y.

Cut that i v’ry in to skin ny piec (G)es, then she clean it with her face.

Well, I love my ba (Am)by.

You talk in’ mon ey, need a hear in’ aid.

You talk in’ ’bout me; I don’t see the shade.

Switch up my style, I’ll take an y lane.

I switch up my cup I kill an y pain.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.

Let a **** Brad Pitt.

(G)Leg end of the Fall took the year like a ban dit.

(F)Buy my ma a crib and a brand new wag on; (G)now she hit the gro c’ry shop look in’ lav ish.

(Am)Star Trek groove in the Wrath of Khan.

(G)Girls get loose when they hear this song.

A (F)hun dred on the dash get me close to God.

We don’t (G)pray for love; we just pray for cars.

House so emp ty, need a cen ter piece.

Twen ty racks, a ta ble carved from eb on y.

Cut that i v’ry in to skin ny piec (G)es, then she clean it with her face.

Well, I love my ba (Am)by.

You talk in’ mon ey, need a hear in’ aid.

You talk in’ ’bout me; I don’t see the shade.

Switch up my style, I’ll take an y lane.

I switch up my cup, I kill an y pain.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.

Look what you’ve done.

I’m a mo’ **** in’ (Am)star boy.