G B7 

Em  C
          G                      B7
And yo, whatever comes up comes out
         Em                      C
We don't put our hands over our mouth
          G                      B7
And yo, whatever comes up comes out
         Em                      C
We don't put our hands over our mouth
    G                   B7
whatever comes up comes out
 Em                        C
(please Mr. Bassman lay it, lay it on)
G B7 
      uh like that
Em C7
      one more time, give it to me now
G B7  
    uh uh
          Em                         C
it's real shit right here  how beautiful

[Verse 1]
      G                        B7
Ayo, depending on the day, and depending on what I ate
       Em                           C
I'm anywhere from twenty to thirty-five pounds overweight
G                B7
  I got red eyes, and one of 'em's lazy
       Em7                            C
And they both squint when the sun shines, so I look crazy
G                   B7
  I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale
         Em                  C
And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails
G                        B7
  I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right
Em7                     C
  Face type: shiny, I stay up and write late nights
G                  B7
   My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts
Em                     C
   A mixture of what I like, and what I wear to work
G                           B7
  I'm knock-kneed and got a neck full of razor bumps
Em7                       C
  I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want
G                          B7
  You might think I'm depressed as can be
    Em7                               C
But when I look in the mirror, I see sexy ass me
G                                           B7
  And if that's somethin' that you can't respect then that's peace
   Em                     C  
My life's better without you actually
   G                           B7
To everyone out there, who's a little different
      Em                         C
I say damn a magazine, these is God's fingerprints
        G                B7
You can call me ugly but can't take nothing from me
   Em7                    C7
I am what I am, doctor, you ain't gotta love me
 
[Bridge]
G      Em 
(Wooh!)
             F                  G
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
G   Em
      ain't that somethin'! 
F               G                  G
  If you would please turn in your bible
   Em                       F               G
To beauty tips according to Forest Whitiker
             G                     Em
In the third chapter of the third line
          F                                G
Brother Ali would you please read to the choir for me son
 
[Chorus]
G               B7   
  I'mma be all right, 
                  Em7           C
you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7  
  An I'mma be okay, 
                   Em           C
you would probably bore me anyway  (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7   
  I'mma be all right, 
                  Em7           C
you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7     
  An I'mma be okay, 
                   Em           C
you would probably bore me anyway  (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7   
  I'mma be all right, 
                  Em7           C
you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (You ain't gotta love me)
G               B7   
  An I'mma be okay, 
                   Em           C 
you would probably bore me anyway  (You ain't gotta love me)

[Outro]
G             B7 
   Da-da-da-da-da 
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da (damn the words)
G              B7 
   Da-da-da-da-da 
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da 
G              B7 
   Da-da-da-da-da 
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da  (Forest Whitiker, y'all)
G              B7 
   Da-da-da-da-da 
      Em7           C
Da-da-da da  daa da-da  (Forest Whitiker, y'all)