Chords for Chris Webby - Screws Loose ft. Stacey Michelle (Jamo Neat)

[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Dm] I guess who's loose, I don't choose to
So lock me in that rubber room because I'm cool, cool
I guess [Am] who's loose, I don't choose to
I _ guess [A]
who's loose, _ I don't choose to
Welcome _ [Dm] _
to the homegrown grow-out
Started single-playin', now it's sap on the grow-out
Fully high-tech, my brain like I-Robot
Straight jacket on, [E] lightin' bogs on [Dm] a stove top
Roll through [A] the roadblocks, you know it's on again
So grab the Adderall, the Molly and Kahlana
Been about to sip this bottle of whiskey like Ray Donovan
And spit my ass off until I'm runnin' out [Dm] of oxygen
I'm like Trevor Rupp in Grand Theft Auto V
That's why I laugh when people ask me if I bought this ride
Bitch, I pulled the driver out and blew his [Bm] brains across [A] the side
Walked, then ran [Ab] him over like a couple dozen times
Then I [A] crushed his spine, bloody tire tracks up in the mud behind
No whips, so fuck a wanted star, I'm way too hard to come and find
Roll up in a shady alley, park the car and duck and hide
Bitch, I'm out my [N] motherfucking mind
[Dm] I got screws, I _ don't choose
So lock me in that bubble room because I'm cuckoo
I got screws, [Am] I don't choose
No control over demons and no control over accents
And no control over [Bb] anything that I said
[A] Lost my marbles, have you seen them?
Cause everybody be tellin' me I'm [F] simply not right in the fuckin' head
[Dm] Scruffy and unshaven, up to the sun grazin'
In a Concord, what may arrive forwards
Drug takin' and about a later we doin' donuts
I'm fresh pavin' and behavin' like I'm [F] starring a movie by Wes Craven
Shit, I'm [A] crazy, just sayin'
Fuck it, actually I'm super sayin'
Fuckin' rampagin' to the pages in the news, [Dm] I'm sayin'
Webby's on a loose [A] and they gon' put me in the news
But I'll survive and spend the next [Dm] couple months just fuckin' recuperatin'
Out on a deserted virgin island where the birds are flyin' overhead
As I plot my revenge with all the words I'm rhymin'
You can't defeat me, I don't know why all you nerds are tryin'
If you heard that I was quittin', some one in your [A] circle's lyin'
Shit, I'd rather catch a flight from Malaysia
Sit middle [Gb] seat between a couple guys [A] in Al-Qaeda
Durin' a fuckin' ice storm in the middle of night, yo
I get the picture, ain't no chance of me lettin' the mic go
[Dm]
They [C] could lock me [Dm] in the loony bin
But I'll break free and end up on [Bb] the fuckin' loose [F] again
They _
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_ _ _ [D] would [G] again
[Dm] Guess who's loose?
I don't choose to
So lock me in that bubble room
Because I'm cuckoo
_ [Am] I'm crazy
No control over demons and no control over actions
And no control over [Bb] anything that I said
[A]
Fuck my marbles, have you seen them?
Cause everybody be tellin' me I'm simply not right in the [Dm] fuckin' head _
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