Nerds chords by Bo Burnham

Chords with lyrics

D MajorD               B minorBm
I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a
girl's bag, and a V-card.
G+G
I got three friends and a whack ass ride,
    A augmentedA
you can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside.
D MajorD
No girls wanna fuck me, trust me.
B minorBm
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me
G+G
just please shut your face hole for just one second.
A augmentedA
"Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking
D MajorD
dumb."
Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
B minorBm
Calm down, Bo, just count to ten.
G+G
One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit,
A augmentedA
three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit.
D MajorD               B minorBm
I quit, I got no patience, you won,
I'll face it.
G+G               A augmentedA
Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations.
D MajorD            B minorBm
Nerds, the faggots, the spastic fat chicks
G+G            A augmentedA
who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with,
D MajorD         B minorBm
the kid with acne and tons of Proactive
G+G
packed inside his backpack.
A augmentedA
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 majorBb)
  DmDm          Bb majorBb
She stood in line and got cut.
   DmDm    Bb majorBb
Tried out, got cut.
   DmDm           Bb majorBb
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
   DmDm             Bb majorBb
Then, she got numb, and she only felt
          DmDm
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.