Eb                             Gm
Walked across Ohio, took me 50 days
Eb                                            Gm
I talked to the stars, they were happy that I came
                Eb                  Gm
Somedays, I'm a genius; others, I'm insane
                   Eb                      Gm
There is somethin' gorgeous underneath the pain
              Eb                        Gm
I can feel it liftin', woo, I'm feelin' good
                   Eb                        Gm
I'm thinkin' 'bout David from my old neighborhood
                         Eb                  Gm
A warm and perfect white light in each of my cells
            Eb                      Gm
I used to a pop singer, now I am myself


[Refrain: Mike Posner]
                      Eb
Yeah, I took a little time right now just to count my blessings
Gm
Count my blessings, count, count, count
              Eb
Took a little time right now just to count my blessings
Gm
Count my blessings, okay


[Verse 2: Mike Posner]
              Eb                              Gm
Even when I'm fallin', there's somethin' underneath
                  Eb                          Gm
Somethin' that is perfect, it's almost like a dream
                   Eb                        Gm
And I know Vincent Van Gogh, I know Princess Di
                 Eb                           Gm
And David Foster Wallace, he calls me all the time
                 Eb                    Gm
If I think 'bout paradise, I'd imagine this
               Eb                            Gm
No drugs or no alcohol 'cause I'm high as it is
                        Eb                  Gm
Yeah, I don't want your money, I am simply done
              Eb                        Gm
I just walked away, huh, look what I've become


[Chorus: Mike Posner]
               Eb
Look what I've become (Woo, woo)
               Gm
Look what I've become (Woo, woo)
               Eb
Look what I've become (Woo, woo)
               Gm
Look what I've become


[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
                      Eb                         Gm
Rollin' through South Central, better watch your ass
               Em                   Gm
Bars all on my window, pistol on my bed-stand
                   Eb                                    Gm
To live and die in L.A., couldn't make it off of minimum wage
               Em                   Gm
I had to get the big body Mercedes
                      Eb                         Gm
Cop a Rollie, plus one for my lady, my lady
               Em                   Gm
I always knew I'd be a legend, saw it in my dreams
                   Eb                                    Gm
I had to keep one eye open, I could barely sleep (Sleep)
               Em                   Gm
I had to kill 'em with success like they the enemy
                      Eb                         Gm
Murder, murder, murder, Lord, mercy me
               Em                   Gm
I stopped smokin' last year, fuck that, started back again
                   Eb                                    Gm
God don't make no accidents, look what I've become
               Em                   Gm
Yeah, look what I've become