Capo: 4th fret
[Intro]
F C G Am
F C G
Whoa
[Verse 1]
F C G Am
She don't got no control,
F C G Am
she got a broken soul
F C G Am
And she don't know what it's like to wake up in the morning light, yeah
F C
And she always wanna fight
G Am
She don't know how to make it right, nah (Whoa)
[Chorus]
F C
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
G Am
And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
F C
Baby, don't waste my time
G Am
I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
F C
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
G Am
And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
F C
Baby girl, that's alright
G Am F
We're fucked up, but we'll be fine
[Verse 2]
(F) C
Wasted, wasted, done with the liquor
G Am
Wanna taste it, taste it, down with the dripper
F C
Impatient, patient, drugs in her system
G Am
Shawty can't two step, tryna vibe with my rhythm
F C
And late nights get longer,
G Am
your feelings get stronger
F C
But if it's one thing I know
G Am
You're way too fucked, can't take you home
[Verse 3]
F C
Cocaine crazy, off the rails
G Am
Money got long like her pinky nails
F C
She do coco, no Chanel
G Am
Fucked up head, but she bad as hell
[Chorus]
F C
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
G Am
And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
F C
Baby, don't waste my time
G Am
I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
F C
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
G Am
And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
F C
Baby girl, that's alright
G Am
We're fucked up, but we'll be fine
Woah!
She don't got no control
She got a broken soul
And she don't know what it's like to wake up in the morning light (Yeah)
She always wanna fight
She don't know how to make it right (Nah)
Woah!
She got style but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby don't waste my time
I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
And she got style but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby girl that's alright
We're fucked up but we'll be fine
Wasted wasted
Done with the liquor
Wanna taste it taste it
Down with the drippah
Impatient patient
Drugs in her system
Shawty can't two step
Tryna fuck with my rhythm
These late nights
Get longer
Your feelings get stronger
But if it's one thing I know
You way too fucked can't take you home
Cocaine crazy off the rails
Money got long like her pinky nails
She do coco no Chanel
Fucked up head but she bad as hell
She got style but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby don't waste my time
I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
She got style but I know that she crazy
She do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby girl that's alright
We're fucked up but we'll be fine
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