Verse 1B
Knock knock knock
A
On the door, who could it be?
Bm
Puffy jacket badman
A
Wants his money
BA
Ripped down the door and his Nike Air Rattles
BDE
Rush the fire exit, no time for battles
BA
Well, I, I never expected it from you
E
Someone I always thought I knew
AE
And it's true, the demise of the skies came through
BmEm
And shit's about to go down like the Titanic
ChorusEF#mF#B
Young, dumb, living off Mum
D
Waiting for the right time to come
BAB
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
EA
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
BA
Young, dumb, living off Mum
ED
Waiting for the right time to come
EA
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
EDE
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
Verse 2F#mA
Stepson father, brother's next door neighbour's riddled
F#mC#
Cause we heard his wife was having a little bit of a fiddle
F#mA
On the side, hands held wide, tight at the side
EF#DE
Couldn't get sober but at least he tried
N.C.
And it ain't all over till the fat- sings
N.C.
And even then, the fight's still yet to begin
N.C.
It's a no-win city but isn't it a pity
A N.C.
Why the fuck do relationships be so tricky?
[Break]
B
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
D
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
B
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
D
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
ChorusEF#mF#B
Young, dumb, living off Mum
D
Waiting for the right time to come
BAB
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
EA
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
BA
Young, dumb, living off Mum
ED
Waiting for the right time to come
EA
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
EDE
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
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