Capo 1 fret

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: 2D]
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I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
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With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
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I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
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The shadow in the corner, just playing along
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I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside
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But if I get a car, I'm hoping to ride
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Because I know if I ever say "I'm leaving" to you
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You've gotta volunteer, and you don't know what to do
 
You're soft
 
 
[Chorus: James Murphy]
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 You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby (A-a-a-a-aha)
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 You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight (Alright, how are we doin'?)
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 And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby (A-a-a-a-aha)
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 You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright (Alright, how do you do?)
 
 
[Verse 2: 2D]
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I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
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I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul
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I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
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And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care
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I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen
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Yeah, and if I wanna talk back, the message is free
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Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
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And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot
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You get a heart, break
 
 
[Chorus: James Murphy]
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You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby (A-a-a-a-aha)
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 You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight (Alright, how are we doin'?)
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 And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby (A-a-a-a-aha)
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 You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright (Alright, how do you do?)
 
 
[Post-Chorus: André 3000]
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 Every time we try, we get nowhere
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  Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah
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Trying so hard to act like we don't care
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  But it's true, you do, nothing is left
 
So I guess I'm right
 
 
[Verse 3 : André 3000]
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    New word, onomatopoeia (Boom)
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Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here
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Mess around and get jumped like leap year
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Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me, alone
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Get the heck on, gone
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Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song
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Rap ain't nothing but the art of talkin' this
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My girl look pretty up there riding me
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My plaid past, my solid future
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Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie
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I'm an OutKast but you're into me
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Summer got mad cause the winter blew me
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That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh
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Generation X on bloopty bloop
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Get duked, gotta get duked, the duke
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Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof
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 Like a chimney, I commend me
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 How come it be, some lame ass nigga talking about
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"Ah, he don't rap enough"
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But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, yo"
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 You ain't Scarface, you ain't Willie D
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 You ain't Bushwick, you ain't killin' me
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 Better play that with your momma
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Bet you still stay with your momma
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Keep sleeping on me, I'ma rock my pajamas
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In the daytime, I swear, I promise
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Dare a nigga say something, tear a nigga face off
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How come Blacks don't play baseball?
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 Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this
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Fly this, I stay finna take off
 
 
[Refrain: André 3000]
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane
 
 
[Verse 4: André 3000]
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 Bet it up, head erupts
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A lava language in a vocal volcanic
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If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic
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If it ain't this, it ain't this, goddamn it
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If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
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And if it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush
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Man, they sound like, man, they stole your
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Man, they look like—nope, it ain't us
 
 
[Refrain: André 3000]
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing
          C                     D
You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
 
 
[Post-Chorus: André 3000]
D                          G7
 Every time we try, we get nowhere
Ab                                    F#             D
  Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah
                              G7
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
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  But it's true, you do, nothing is left
               D
So I guess I'm right
 
 
[Outro: André 3000]
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Flip the page, our days are revelatious
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  Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience
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 Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
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  Nothing's new, it's true, cool, I admit
                    N.C.
shh, I guess you're right