Nerds chords by Bo Burnham

D                             Bm
I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a
girl's bag, and a V-card.
G
I got three friends and a whack ass ride,
        A
you can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside.
D
No girls wanna fuck me, trust me.
Bm
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me
G
just please shut your face hole for just one second.
A
"Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking
D

dumb."
Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
Bm
Calm down, Bo, just count to ten.
G
One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit,
A
three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit.
D                              Bm
I quit, I got no patience, you won,
I'll face it.
G                              A
Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations.
D                       Bm
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
G                        A
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
D                 Bm
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
G
packed inside his backpack.
A
I got your back, kid.
(Same chord progression)
Do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
I was reading while you were fucking the prom queen.
Huddled up reading, no lacrosse team.
"Huddle up, huddle up"
What? You lost me.
Sorry, bro, did I interrupt the circle of jerks all circle jerking?
I need savin'? No, fuck no.
Quote the raven? No, fuck Poe.
Ah, shit, I'm bitchin, listenin'.

They don't know what they're missing.
For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments.
Maybe we have similar interests?
It's no fall balls, no balls fall.
Sit and scrawl on the stall walls.
At three p.m., I pause.
That shit sounds like applause.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

(Dm, Bb)
    Dm                   Bb
She stood in line and got cut.
      Dm       Bb
Tried out, got cut.
      Dm                      Bb
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
      Dm                         Bb
Then, she got numb, and she only felt
                   Dm
when she knelt and cut.

Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack.
I got your back, kid.

I know it's bad, kid.
I got your back, kid.