[Intro]
N.C.
Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?

[Verse 1]
N.C.
Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny
N.C.
I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
N.C.
Fun, fun, funny, you’ll run from me
N.C.
No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
Gm
Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it
Gm
Like a pickpocket, you had the mic, now you can’t drop it
Eb
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
D
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down

[Chorus]
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb Dm Cm Ab
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

[Verse 2]
N.C.
I think I’m up for the challenge
Gm
Shoe show I got me some mileage
Eb
I bought a car and a cottage
Eb
I’ve got Suzanne in my baggage
Gm
Got a list in my bucket
Gm
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
Eb
I fit in any socket
Eb
Close the door, I’ma knock it

[Pre-Chorus]
Gm
I got my ticket, I’ma flee
Gm
Selling overseas
Eb
I just blink and get a fee
N.C.
Watch out, what you think of me?

[Chorus]
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb Dm Cm Ab
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

[Verse 3]
N.C.
Lately I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
Gm
Never miss one shot, I’m sick as a gun
Eb
I got mortal friends, I’m dead as they come
Eb D
Like, hey! I’m on the way!
Gm
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
Gm
Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
Eb
When we crash, I hit the ER, this is a thriller, I did it for the PR
Eb D
I did it for the fear, I did it knowing there’s a
Gm
D’animal pack in the back of the fridge, I go pack it up
Gm
Might triple attack and battery-acid, my stacks in the cab
Eb
Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs
Eb
I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up

[Chorus]
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
N.C.
I don’t (Okay, now repeat that one more time)
Gm
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb D
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Gm D7/F#
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
Eb Dm Cm Ab
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads