Fweaky

Bb          C
 In your bed, or in your car
Dm            C
 On the earth, or up in the stars
 F      C
I wanna be, where you are
Am             Bb
Even if that means, going too far
Bb          C
 At your place, or up in space
    Dm                    C
You can, you can eat me out, as long
 as I see your face
F     C
I wanna be, where you are
Am                  Bb
Even if that means, letting go of my
 heart


Bb              C
 You take me higher than I've been 
before
 Dm                      C
Don't laugh when I say that cause we
 just smoked a bowl
  F                     C
And I, I have a hard time, anyway, 
saying how I feel
  Am                     Bb
but I'm a little buzzed, so I'm 
keeping it real
Bb         C            Dm
 I tried to take it slow, but
               C
When you're around me, my pot's 
about to blow, and
F              C
 Everything you do just turns me on
      Am            Bb
So let's go to my room, and na, na, 
na, na



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[Chorus]
Bb                 C
Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I 
can feel it
Dm               C
 I hope you're ready, I'm into 
whatever
F                 C
Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I 
can feel it
Am          Bb
 Don't you worry, you won't regret 
it



[Verse II]
Bb                C
 It never felt right to be so wrong
 Dm                      C
I should've called you sooner, you 
loved me for so long
  F                   C
And it's been a while since I've 
been with someone else
   Am              Bb
Cause I got too good at just doing 
it myself
Bb              C
 At your dad's place, or at your 
moms
   Dm                    C
And if they're both home, we can go 
out on the lawn
 F                C
And I wanna walk around while 
wearing high heels
Am                      Bb
After we drank all night, and we 
done a bunch of pills

And then..


[Bridge 2x]
Bb
 Na, na, na, na
C
Na, na, na, na
Dm
 Na, na, na, na, na
C
Na, na, na, na, na
F
 Na, na, na, na
C
Na, na, na, na, na
Am
Na, na, na, na, na
Bb
Na, na, na, na


[Chorus]
Bb
Shit's 'bout to get real
C
Freaky I can feel it
Dm              C
 But don't you worry, you won't hurt
 it
F
Shit's 'bout to get real
C
Freaky I can feel it
Am          Bb
 Don't you worry, you won't regret 
it