C – Bm – Em - Em  2x


- Verse 1 -

C              Bm           Em
I am just a man on my own

C                Bm     Em
Tryin' find a place I belong

C                    Bm
I don't want your money

        Em
I don't need no fancy clothes

C                     Bm                  Em
I'd rather be with you when I am broke

        C               Bm      Em
Cause you use me just a little bit

             C              Bm           Em
You try to confuse me when we're intimate

                C             Bm       Em
You'd rather accuse me but I'm innocent

                C       Bm           Em
I'm not gonna lose sleep over sentiment


- Chorus -

        C               Bm          Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for loving you

        C               Bm            Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for trusting you

        C               Bm                  Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb when I'm done with you

             C         Bm              Em
Cause ain't no one, one, one that can fuck with you


- Verse 2 -

C                       Bm          Em
They callin' me the people's champ

C                       Bm      Em
But everything you do is a sham

C               Bm              Em
I'd rather just hang with my friends

                                        C
Sometimes I think that things will change

          Em
And then I land in your bed

        C                       Bm
And it don't feel like it's the first time

        Em
You're everything I want and you're not mine

C                       Bm
You keep saying I can live without them

Em
I say put your money where your mouth is

C                              Bm
Come back to me when it feels right

Em
Kiss me so hard you make me fight

C                   Bm                      Em
One more time, just one more time, just one more time


- Chorus -

        C               Bm          Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for loving you

        C               Bm          Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for trusting you

        C               Bm                  Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb when I'm done with you

             C         Bm              Em
Cause ain't no one, one, one that can fuck with you


- Verse 3 -

C
Real talk, I'm the white boy to you Wes Snipes

Em
I'm East Coast but it's all love on the Westside

C
Your girlfriend is a close friend of my bedside

Em
She want Ds, and I ain't talking the breast size

C
Everybody in the club getting reckless

Em
You go home at midnight, we stay up till breakfast

C
I cash checks and you cancel them

Em
You make calls but there ain't nobody answering

C
I want a smart girl who gives brains like it's charity

Em
Every night a Friday night, me and Lyla Garrity

C
On another level, ain't nobody that compare to me

G#m
These bitches going dumb, trying to marry me


- Chorus - 2x

        C               Bm          Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for loving you

        C               Bm          Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for trusting you

        C               Bm                  Em
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb when I'm done with you

             C         Bm              Em
Cause ain't no one, one, one that can fuck with you