Am D
Am

[Verse 1]
Am
I said I came through buzzing
         Em                      Bm
I was looking for a little funky jam
                      Am
That I could stick at you
I got my headphones bumpin
         Em
If you isolate my vocals
            Bm                     Am
You could probably hear it bleedin through
Am
Word
Every whatever you feeling
C                   D            Bm
I ain't wasting my time with a bunch of fucking chameleons
Am
Stand out
Yeah go and figure it out
                                  D
Talk shit, you getting hit in the mouth
So go and think about it
            Am                          C
There's a warm breeze blowing from the north beach, baby
               Bm                    Am
While you're sitting around wasting time
       Am
It's a cold world, crazy
            C
How you'd rather stand, stupid
D        Bm                          Am
Getting old instead of getting game tight
Am
I'm on the road and I ain't slowin for
     D                                    Bm
And you can go on alone if you think I'm lying
Am                          C    Bm
Cause ain`t nobody here got time

[Chorus]
Cause everybody's feeling...
Am
(Fine)
We feelin a-okay
      C                     Bm
They looking at us like we came from space
       Am
And I don't care
They can go and complain
              C                             Bm
That's what happens when you doin your own thing
Everybody's feelin...
Am
(Fine)
We feeling pretty damn good
C                          Bm
They looking at us like I knew they would
         Am
And I don't mind
Let them foam at the mouth
    C                                Bm
We about to turn this mother fucker out
Let me tell em something

[Verse 2]
  Am
I kept it smooth on it
                Em                      Bm
You can slide a booty in the general direction of the nearest me
HA!
Am
I got the groove goin
                 C                 Em
Now would be the perfect time for you to go
     Bm
And show em how to drink and eat
Am
Oooh
Bottoms up to the ceiling
C                    D
I ain't wasting my time
                              Bm
With your constant negative feelings
Step right
Am
Yeah, you can study the math
Talk shit and watch the rest of us laugh
             D
And go and cry about it
          Am                       C
There's a dive bar sitting on the southside
               Bm
Playing James Brown like it never changed
Am
Got the dance floor swing like a powerline
               Bm
Blowin in the wind when its gonna rain
Am
And the nights keep flashing
                    D                          Bm         Am
And the ice keeps splashing in a glass like it knows your name
                              C
Man you should get up and go insane

[Chorus]
Cause everybody's feeling...
Am
(Fine)
We feelin a-okay
      C                     Bm
They looking at us like we came from space
       Am
And I don't care
They can go and complain
              C                             Bm
That's what happens when you doin your own thing
Everybody's feelin...
Am
(Fine)
We feeling pretty damn good
C                          Bm
They looking at us like I knew they would
         Am
And I don't mind
Let them foam at the mouth
    C                                Bm
We about to turn this mother fucker out
                  Am         D
Let me tell em something

[Outro]
Bm                Am
We were feeling alright
Bm                       Am
So what you talking that shit for?
       D         Bm       Am
Cause we were feeling alright
Am Bm
Am
(Fine)
We feelin a-okay
      C                     Bm
They looking at us like we came from space
       Am
And I don't care
They can go and complain
              C                             Bm
That's what happens when you doin your own thing
Everybody's feelin...
Am
(Fine)
We feeling pretty damn good
C                          Bm
They looking at us like I knew they would
         Am
And I don't mind
Let them foam at the mouth
    C                                Bm
We about to turn this mother fucker out
                  Am
Let me tell em something