State Fair chords by Jack Harlow

🎸 Intro:

Dm   Em



🎸 Verse 1:
   Dm
My pet peeve is a camera in my face
Have you ever heard of personal space?
   Em
I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades
But now they startin' to recognize the shades
Dm
Even if you hate me, you would trade
You would live this life too 'cause I got it made
   Em
I like my bed made, soon enough
I'll have a maid
When I buy a house, every surface gon' be suede
Dm
 But for now
I got a concierge downstairs
All my neighbors are gray-haired
Em
They don't recognize me and I don't think they care
                                                  Dm
But my Postmates can't believe that I stay here (****)
I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair
                               Em
Visit my old teachers and tell 'em to take care
I might take a whip instead of payin' the plane fare
                     Dm
I still remember the way there
Ain't a girl in my hometown I can't have now
       Em
Buy a building in cash, ain't puttin' half down
The hate used to get to me
I just laugh now
Dm
  Yeah, they ******' with Jack now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now
              Em
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
                                             Dm Em
They ******' with Jack now, they ******' with-
Mmm, pshh

🎸 Verse 2:
Dm
 Baby
I'm comin' home
I know the kids miss me
I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey
Em
 I spent the last twelve months locked in
But tonight
I'm content with existing
Dm
2015, we was on that Pen Griffey
I wanted what he had, but the shoes didn't fit me
Em
Now the city with me and I got the kids listening
And I'm a smooth operator by instinct
Dm
Word to Sade, walkin' 'round broad day
Like hey, with the windows down
I'm on Broadway
      Em
And it was just a day ago
I was in Daygo like the **** Padres
                                               Em
Now I'm at my grandparents' lettin' my grandpa say
What he wants to say
'Cause nowadays
I'm in the paper once a day
            Am
And it ain't always positive, it's a bunch of things
But **** it, man
I done graduated from younger days
   Dm
And if I ain't runnin' things, soon
I'll be runnin' things
I'm an artist, man, you just make fun of things
Em
 I'm the hardest, man, y'all don't know what to say
This album's a museum, so please don't touch a thing
Dm
 It's okay to give me props, don't make it such a pain
Em
 It's okay to give me top, don't make it such a thing
F
 Don't get offended if we met and I say, "What's your name "
G
 I been flyin' 'round the country for three hundred days
Am
 But I ain't 'bout to justify how I adjust to fame
C
 **** the fame, from the jump, we ain't been cut the same
Dm
 I got so much, but I still think about what's unobtained
Never been the type for wantin' things
A        Dm
I want power (I want power)
           C
I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour
Dm
 I want my dogs to know that this **** is ours
                                Am
I want respect
I don't want flowers
C
I know they gon' quote this
                                             Dm
The flow don't make no sense, the pocket is potent
It used to be potential, but now it's some grown ****
                                                       Am
****, that boy floatin', he treat them beats like they oceans
                                      C
All these people wanna greet like we old friends
                                        Dm
I ain't holdin' back, tell the media, "Hold this"
I know I said I miss you, but I secretly don't miss
                                     Am
I got stories and I'm bringin' 'em home with me
C        Dm
(Gangsta)