Am
If I could go back to the day we met
  G
I probably would just stay in bed
  D
You run your mouth all over town
  F           G
And this one goes out to the sound
 Am
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
G
Pay my back or bitch it's over
D
All the presents I would send
F          G
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Am               G
Next time I'ma stay asleep
D                 F    G
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

Am
And you got me thinking lately
G
Bitch, you crazy
  D
And nothing's ever good enough
 F                   G
So I wrote a little song for ya

It go like
 
Am           G               D
Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, girl
F       G          Am
So fucking done with all the games you play
  G             D
I ain't no tic-tac-toe
 F             G
So send the X and O's on another note
   Am            G              D
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you babe
 F             G         Am
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
Am    G    D   G
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
 
        Am
If I could go back to the day we met
  G
I probably woulda stayed in bed
  D
You wake up everyday
  F            G
and make me feel like I'm incompetent
Am
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
G
Compliments your make-up bag
  D
You never had to buy yourself a drink
  F          G
Cuz everybody want to tap that ass

Am
And you got me thinking lately
G
Bitch, you crazy
  D
And nothing's ever good enough
 F                   G
So I wrote a little song for ya

It go like

Am           G              D
Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you girl
F      G            Am
So fucking done with all the games you play
G               D
I ain't no tic-tac-toe
 F              G
So send the X and O's on another note
   Am            G              D
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, babe
  F            G            Am
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost