Hollywood High 16

C G

Am                             F
Smoking dank I'm on
C
Smoking dank I’m on my skateboard catching hang time
G                                                          Am
What's your gang sign? throw it up like what you bang slime

Dank I'm on my skateboard catching hang time
F
What’s your gang sign? throw it up like what you bang slime


[Chorus]
C                                                       G
So just forget the world, you don't need no one else to run to
                                    Am
It's a shame that I told you that I loved you
                                    F
It's okay if you don't feel the same

We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain
        C
Now they got me signing autographs and all of that
        G                                                     Am
And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home

It's gon’ be a minute cause I’m on the road
F
Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won’t let you go


[Verse 1]
C
I won't let you go, I'ma hold on
                    G                                                 Am
Girl let's get this show on the road, it’s been so long since we last spoke
                                             F
Keep your clothes on, I'm just tryna prolong this night
                                    C
We can make out for the whole song, this time
                                     G
If you really want to, cause I really want you
                                            Am
We can blast those new tracks that I put you on to

Please say yes, I'll come well-dressed
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      F
Ready to impress and prove to you I'm not just next-best
        C
And it's killing me, told me she would love me 'til infinity
    G                                                         Am
Then in a week, said she wasn't into me and that she saw me differently

Was I so naïve to believe that?
 F
I admit that I should've seen that coming


[Chorus]
C                                                       G
So just forget the world, you don't need no one else to run to
                                    Am
It's a shame that I told you that I loved you
                                    F
It's okay if you don't feel the same

We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain
        C
Now they got me signing autographs and all of that
       G                                                     Am
And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home

It's gon’ be a minute cause I’m on the road
F
Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won’t let you go


[Verse 2]
 C
I think she the one for me, I can't say that subtly
 G
Then I turned my head and let him sweep you up from under me
 Am
So if he turned up dead I'd probably tell you that it wasn't me
 F
Even though it was, never felt this type of love
    C
I'm addicted to her body, oh no I can't get enough
       G
And she ain't just anybody, really think that she the one
     Am
So I might just get a ring for her, do just 'bout anything for her
F
Cop a mink for her, get them new designer things for her
     C
Talk about her in my songs because she liked it when I sang for her
       G
And I can't lie, you really made my fucking world go 'round
       Am
And we had a lot of bridges and they all burned down
      F
But we all grown now, so it's all good now, yeah


[Chorus]
C                                                       G
So just forget the world, you don't need no one else to run to
                                    Am
It's a shame that I told you that I loved you
                                    F
It's okay if you don't feel the same

We can share the blame, I'm used to feeling pain
        C
Now they got me signing autographs and all of that
       G                                                     Am
And the girl I want is calling back, she always asks when I'm coming home

It's gon’ be a minute cause I’m on the road
F
Hold her close, you don't gotta worry, I won’t let you go


[Otro]
      C
Got no clout to her name, not an ounce of the fame
      G
Got an ounce of cocaine and it's stuck on my face
      Am
Been a couple of days since she called me
               F
Blowin' up her phone tryna figure out what's wrong, see
                C
I'm not used to having bitches on me
                             G
Now I'm getting money so they want me

And I love all too often
Am
And I think I fall in love all too often
F
All too often, all too often