[Intro]
Ab Gm Cm Fm
Ab Gm Cm Fm
[Chorus]
Ab Gm
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab Gm
Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ab Gm
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab Gm
I got problems with my spending, all these horses in my engine
Cm Fm
Doing eighty in a thirty, but I'm never in a hurry
Ab Gm
Screaming, "La-di-da-di-da-di, all I wanna do is party"
Cm Fm
Drinkin' bottles of Moscato, takin' pictures with a model
Ab Gm
Stayin' up until the morning, wish that I was more discerning
Cm Fm
Goin' wild like coyote, where's the water? Something's burnin', yeah
[Chorus]
Ab Gm
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab Gm
Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ab Gm Cm
Blow out the blunt smoke, sound of the shotgun
Fm Ab
I wanted smoke so I went out and I got some
Ab Gm Cm
Live in dog years and I feel twenty-six
Fm Ab
Yeah, I'm old bitch but I learn new tricks
Ab Gm Cm
Better learn quick or end up like green bricks
Fm Ab
You say you smoke real trees, they look like little sticks
Ab Gm Cm Fm
We don't smoke trees, we smoke tree sized dicks, uhhhh
[Chorus]
Ab Gm
Seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon
Ab Gm
Yeah, it's seven-fifty-seven, yeah, I'll never go to heaven
Cm Fm
I've been smokin' since eleven, told the devil he's a lemon, yeah
[Outro]
Bb C Dm
Bb C Dm F
Bb C Dm
Bb C Dm F
Bb C Dm Bb
I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado, interior gas station McDonald's
Bb C Dm F Bb
I left my cell phone dead at the house, I see the stars when the sun goes down
Bb C Dm F Bb
Somebody's making money off of my problems, the way that you're talking, you'd better wear a condom
Bb C Dm C Bb
I smell cowards and sons of a bitch, everything quick all smells like shit
Bb C Dm Bb
I smell the trees when I'm in Colorado, interior gas station McDonald's
Bb C Dm C F
I left my cell phone dead at the house, I see the stars when the sun goes down
