Dear Hollywood

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Ahem, hey, don't you hate those 
types of people
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That believe they're in a movie?

And their movie needs a sequel?
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That the world revolves around the 
sound of their voice

(Voice of seagulls)

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They make my psyche feel so tiny

And my sanity go feeble
   C
But that's not me though

I know I have an ego
  E7
I know that I'm a jerk at times and 
hypocritical
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Don't mean to get political

But I know some elipticals
                F
That have more functionality

A part of me just wants to gag, you 
see?

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I don't care who your husband is
I don't care how many girls you've 
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kissed
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How many lives you've influenced
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You're just like everybody else
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I'm only ever in the hills
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Because the label pays my bills
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I'd rather be at home with monsters

Than in the city of angels

             C
I don't get bitches, I get money
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Got real friends who think I'm funny
        Am                         
I don't smoke and I don't party at 
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all
      C
I got coupons in my pockets
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And I rarely shop at Target
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I don't flex my seven figures at all
         C  E7  Am  F
I don't get-

          C
I've been sad for a day

So I guess that means I'm lame
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That's okay

You can talk about how I should be 
ashamed
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No, it doesn't bother me

Cause I'm a fucking prodigy
           F
And being cool means to be a fucking
 dumbass logically
        C
Then sure, I guess you're cool

Congrats, one of a kind
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I took one look at your face and

No, I can't say I'm surprised
         Am
Your design and how you are

Left me speechless, it's bizarre
            F
How you can be this fucking stupid

Yet, deserve to be a (tzar)

C                        E7
I simply do not give a fuck
You say I'm trash, bitch, I'm the 
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truck
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You'd kiss my ass and hold my cup
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If you had found out who I was
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It's funny how some people change
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Soon as they recognize my face
Their fits are fly, but heads are 
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dense

You're not that guy, bro, no offense


(I, I, I)
             C
I don't get bitches, I get money
           E7
Got real friends who think I'm funny
        Am                         
I don't smoke and I don't party at 
 F
all
      C
I got coupons in my pockets
      E7
And I rarely shop at Target
         Am                       F
I don't flex my seven figures at all
         C  E7  Am  F
I don't get-
         C  E7  Am  F
I don't get-
         C
I don't get-