Tom: A
Am
So we laid down on the floor next to our brand new bed
F
Just so we could listen closer to this new Kanye West
C
But I can barely hear over the music in my head
G
All these 808s and heartbeats bangin' in your chest
Am
Told the driver "keep it goin'," he can run the meter
F
So we could finally hear Views on some decent speakers
C
Yellin' everytime the beat drop like a cheerleader
G
Spillin' a flask of Avion on your brand new sneakers
Am
Now we at the Vogue party and the whole thing's catered
F
So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later
C
But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter
G
Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator
Am
'Til we back out on the 405 with Baby Bash
F
You're making me laugh, now I'm just trying not to crash
C
F
And all we do is drive, sugar how’d you get so fly?
C
G
And I see people staring at us from the overpass
Am
F
But these days I've dropped the keys to Anthony's Mercedes
F
G
We're standin' naked in the kitchen listenin' to Amy
Am
F
And in those weeks you fuckin' lost it cause you just wrote "Crazy"
C
G
It seems like you never listen and I hate you lately...
Am
F
C
G