Intro
The main riff goes like this
E|-------------------------------------|
B|----------------8-9-10-----------9---|
G|-------------10-------10-------7-----|
D|--7/15----11------------10-9-8-------|
A|-------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------|Then the last time you play it the ending slightly changes and then it just goes into an F chord
E|------------------------------------------|
B|----------------8-9-10--------------------|
G|-------------10-------10-------7-----5----|
D|--7/15----11------------10-9-8---8-6---6--|
A|------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
FCC#A#
Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk
FCA#
you blame for your speech
FCC#
Walk around the block again
BbF
Wait 'til I feel cool and straight
CA#F#
With a diaristic bent on undertaking
[Pre-Chorus]
G#F#
Careful, steady
G#F#
Are we steady?
G#F#
Cruel and ready
[Chorus]
FC#F
I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
C#F
Shooter, not the shot
C#FC#
On the tip and fit to execute
FC#F
I'm chief, not the overthrown
C#F
Captain, not a crony
C#FA#G#F
So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat
C#FC#FC#FA#G#
Boat, boat, boat
G#F#G#F#G#F#
[Verse 2]
FCC#A#
Holding a package from a total stranger
FCA#
who claims to know me
FCC#A#
No, you never knew me, man, not even a fraction
FCA#F#
You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen
[Chorus]
FC#F
I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
C#F
Shooter, not the shot
C#FC#
Well-composed with keys to raise the skate
FC#F
I'm chief, not the overthrown
C#F
Captain, not a crony
C#FA#G#F
So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone
C#FC#FC#FA#G#
Stone, stone, stone
C#FC#FC#FA#G#
Stone, stone, stone
G#F#G#F#G#F#
[Bridge]
FC#FC#
We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl
G#G7G#A#
Dip a toe 'til it's soaked and freezing
FC#FC#
But just because I let you kill time dangling me
G#G7G#A#
from the quarry doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet
[Chorus]
That's cause I'm the boss
Caller of the shots
Sutanejo, never spit to me
Chief, play my own right hand
Not haggish, but the hag
How naïve to trample
She who's running from the stampede
I'm raising the skate
Look, I'm raising the skate