30 chords by Bo Burnham

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

F



Verse 1:
  F
I used to run for miles, I used to ride my bike
          F                                                  Gm
I used to wake up with a smile and go to bed at night with a dream, ah
                    F
But now I'm turning 30, no!

Verse 2:
  F
I used to be the young one, got used to meeting people
         F                                                Gm
Who were used to meeting someone who was born in 1990, no way! (Yeah, I was born in 1990)
                F
Now I'm turning 30, God, God damn it


Chorus:
F
I'm (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)
Gm
Turning (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)
Eb
Thirty (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)
            F
I'm turning 30 (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)


Verse 3:
     F
When he was 27, my granddad fought in Vietnam
     F                                         Gm
When I was 27, I built a birdhouse with my mom, oh fuck
       F
How am I 30?


Verse 4:
          F
I used to make fun of the boomers in retrospect, a bit too much
    F
Now all these fucking zoomers are telling me that I'm out of touch
         Gm
(Oh yeah? Well, your fucking phones are poisoning your minds. Okay?
        F
So when you develop a dissociative mental disorder in your late twenties don't come crawling back to me)


Chorus:
F
I'm (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)
Gm
Turning (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)
Eb
Thirty (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)
            F
I'm turning 30 (Turning 30, turning 30, turning 30, turning 30)


Bridge:
            F
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
    Dm
My stupid friends are having stupid children
    Eb
My stupid friends are having stupid children
    F
My stupid friends are having stupid children
            F
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
    Dm
My stupid friends are having stupid children
    Eb
My stupid friends are having stupid children
 F
Stupid, fucking ugly, boring children


Outro:
       Am
It's 2020, and I'm 30
     Dm
I'll do another ten
  Bb                F
2030 I'll be 40 and kill myself then