[Intro] Cm [Verse 1] I could write a record G7 full of radio songs Do a bunch of features that Cm my label would love Do a bunch of features that Fm I don't even like G7 Just to build up the hype, Cm yeah I could sell my house and G7 move out to LA Get inside of rooms with the Cm biggest of names Hire fifty people just to Fm give me advice on the G7 way I should write Cm Oh, God Yeah, sounds like a nightmare, G7 if you ask me Yeah, went from my bedroom Cm to the big leagues
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You know how many times that
Fm
I was told things?
Wouldn't work, but worked out,
G7 Cm
having cold feet
Didn't keep mе from success,
G7
but delayed it somе
I used to be the guy who'd
Cm
kill to get a number one
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I had to hear, "that song's a
hit" before I thought it was
Fm
But nowadays I don't really
G7
give a— (What)
[Chorus]
Cm
Oh, God (Yeah)
G7
Might catch me at the awards show
Cm
Eatin' popcorn in the back row
Fm
Catchin' Zs with my hat low
G7
No nominations, but it's cool
Cm
though, oh, God
You might see me in
G7
the same clothes
I had on last week,
Cm
am I ashamed? No
Yeah, you heard the sayin',
Fm
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it,
G7 Cm
" that's my motto
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I miss buyin'
G7
CDs at the store
And thumbin' through the cases
Cm
tryin' to make a choice (Yeah)
That don't make no sense
Fm
to you? Well of course
G7
See, one man's inconvenience
Cm
is another's joy
Wow, wow, how are
G7
you unemployed?
Tellin' me to get a life,
Cm
you should look at yours
