Jakey – Saintlike chords
Chords:
[Intro] Abm7 GbEbm7I'm a saint, I'm a soulAbm7Feel it in my bones, feel it in my bonesGb Ebm7I'm a saint, I'm a saint, I'm a soulAbm7Feel it in my bones, feel it in my toesGb EbmI'm a saint, I'm a saint, I'm a soulN.C.(Saintlike)Abm7I'm sick and tired of waitingEbm7I'm sick and tired of waiting by the phone, ohEbm7I know you're home[Verse 1]Abm7Oh my god Becky, look at that butt (Fuck it up)Abm7Wrists on ice, with the 40s taped upEbmGot a head full of dreams and a heart full of loveEbmBut I never made the money so nobody gave a fuckAbm7Friday night, what you wanna do, solo Halo 2?Abm7Sacrifice, no more Xbox Live in the roomEbm7I'm alright, finish 40s while I'm listening to t.A.T.u"All The Things She Said," and now I'm puking in the bathroomAbm7Gone[Pre-Chorus]Abm7Maybe we could take it slow (Slow)Ebm7Ain't nobody gotta know (God knows)Ebm7Put the phone back in the bag, and let me get your mind[Chorus]Abm7Let me get your mindAbm7Let me get your mindEbm7Let me get your mind on meEbm7We're doing fine (Yeah)N.C."I don't give a fuck!"[Verse 2]Abm7Oh my god Becky, look at that assAbm7It's that tall motherfucker saying "Don't eat glass"Ebm7And you know what they say about a guy with big shoesEbm7Insecurities and self-esteem issuesAbm7But Jakey Christ, baby Jakey, baby brother, Baby JAbm7Tell your sister, tell your mother why you're feeling this wayN.C. Ebm7You've been working so hard till it's a.m. in the dayAbm7Got the 1, 5, 10, 20, fuck it 100K (Hot Boys)[Pre-Chorus]Abm7I don't want to take it slow (Slow)Ebm7Fuck what anybody know (They know)Ebm7Put the phone inside the trash, and let me get your mind[Chorus]Abm7Let me get your mindAbm7Let me get your mindEbm7Let me get your mind on meEbm7We'll be alright, we'll be al-N.C."I don't give a fuck!"[Bridge] Abm7 BbmBbm Ebm7I'm a saint, I'm a soulAbm7Feel it in my bones, feel it in my bonesGb Ebm7I'm a saint, I'm a saint, I'm a soulAbm7Feel it in my bones, feel it in my toesGb EbmI'm a saint, I'm a saint, I'm a soulN.C.(Saintlike)[Verse 3]Abm7Oh my god Becky, look at that buttAbm7Wrists on ice, with the 40s taped upEbmGot a head full of dreams and a heart full of loveEbmBut I never made the money so nobody gave a fuckAbm7Think he funny, think he cute, think he ugly, think he stupidAbm7Think he gay, think he straight, think he special, think he humanEbmThink he changed, think he can't, think he probably shoulda gave upAbm7You fuckin' with him now, and his name is fuckin' Jake I'm gone[Outro]Abm7 Ebm7I've left, I'm likeAbm7My friends, my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting)Ebm7My friends, my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting)Abm7My friends, I'm just like my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting by the phone)Abm7I'm just like my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting)Ebm7I'm just like my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting by the phone)Ebm7I'm just like my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting)Abm7 Ebm7I'm just like my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting by the phone)Ebm7I'm just like my friends (I'm sick and tired of waiting)Ebm7I'm just (I'm sick and tired of waiting by the phone)Ebm7I'm just (I'm sick and tired of waiting)Ebm7I'm just, I'm just (I'm sick and)N.C."I don't give a fuck!"