Tom: E
E E A A
F#m F# F#
B B
[Verse]
E E A A
You don't wanna come ride with me
F# F# B B
There's a loaded pistol in the floorboard and a bag of weed under the seat
E E A A
My tags have been expired since two thousand seventeen
F#7 F#7 B B
But I don't care if I get arrested, watch it sell all my show seats
[Chorus]
E E A A
Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep
F# C#m F#7 B B
By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep
E E A A
And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
F# F#
For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while
B B B E
and that's what record labels fear (Yeah, they do)
[Verse 2]
E E A A
You don't wanna talk sideways out the side your neck
F# F#m B B
I'll pull up at your gig on Broadway and punch you in your shit
E E A A
And as far as the millionaires go, they know I can't be handled
F# F# B B
I'm too outlaw for this new-age, tell 'em good luck gettin' me canceled
[Chorus]
E E A A
Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep
F#7 F#7 B B
By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep
E E A E A
And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
F# F# F#7 B B
For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear
[Interlude]
E E A A
F#7 F#7 B B
E E A E
B A F# F#7
F#7 B B E
[Chorus]
E E A A
Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep
F#7 F#7 B B
By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep
E E A A
And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed
F# F#7 B
For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear
