314 Apple Pi chords by Bo Burnham
Guitar chords with lyrics
Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
Key: Am
Difficulty: Novice
Spoken: Let's do this
Am / G / F / E
Am G
Spoken: Yo, yo, yo, what's up
F E
Word to my n-words
Am G
Don't got bros, don't hang on the streets
F E
I don't beat my hos, I only beat my meat, yeah
Am G
Don't womanize cause you know it's true
F E
that when you look in their eyes you see they're people too
Am G F E
Mother effin' suffrage!
Am
I said mother effin' suffrage!
Am G
You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do Coke,
F E
but I had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat.
Am G
I've been doin' drive-bys all of my life,
F E Am G F E
except the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike, yeah
Am G F E
I said the car is my bike.
yo yo
Am G
3.14 apple pi,
F E
I say I whip it out, I clean it off, I stick it in her eye,
Am G F E
and by "it" I mean contact lens.
Am G F E
It must have got dirty.
yo yo yo
Am G
3.14 apple pi,
F E
I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry.
Am G
George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
F E
but he's a presiDONT who ameriCANT.
Am G F E
Spoken:
Oh my lord, the kid is- he is clever, c'mon give it to him.
Am G
I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta straight,
F E
I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate.
Am G
We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste,
F E
cause the girls that I date, have a particular taste.
Am G F E
The taste of my weiner!
Am G F E
The taste of my weiner..
Yo
Am G
3.14 apple pi
F E
Why was I born white? no one quite knows why,
Am G
Gansgstas sell their rocks, I got a collection.
F E
You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection.
Interlude: x2
Am G F E
Spoken:
Ooh, what does that mean? Yeast rises
Yo
Am G
I'm a lyrical heretic, but I'll make you laugh
F E
I'll hit you with rhetoric, then I'll cut you in half.
Am G
I don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice,
F E
How bout you sit down and I serve you a slice...
Am G
of my 3.14 apple pi
F E
My voice is so smoky it'll make you high...
Am G
Yo, here's a confession, it's all about me,
F E
Here's my impression of a broken jet ski..
Am G F E
Pa da da da da da da ...
Am
Fill me with gas.
G F E
I'm a jet ski.
Am
Here come the puns
G
Here come the puns
Am
Here come the puns
G
Here come the puns
Am G
All you little thugs wanna mess me with me,
F E
know that I've been doin' drugs since the age of 3.
Am G
I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife.
F E
Snorted that shit and I got high on Life.
Am G
Yo A guy askin' for change, saying my mind was too dense.
F E
I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense.
Spoken:
Oh, look at that.
Big finale, let's hit it...
Am G
You know I flow it and show it, you know that Bo know it,
F E
Yo, your lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet.
Am G
Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like Adam I be sinnin'.
F E
Potato skinnnin' and knittin' and separate those linens.
Am G
And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries
F E
Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise.
Am G
You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it,
F E
Then you try to rid it, too late! I already spit it.
Am G F E
Spoken: Patooey:
Am G F E
I already spit it.
Am
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