Tom: E E E A A F#m F# F# B B [Verse] E E A A You don't wanna come ride with me F# F# B B There's a loaded pistol in the floorboard and a bag of weed under the seat E E A A My tags have been expired since two thousand seventeen F#7 F#7 B B But I don't care if I get arrested, watch it sell all my show seats [Chorus] E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep F# C#m F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep E E A A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed F# F# For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while B B B E and that's what record labels fear (Yeah, they do) [Verse 2] E E A A You don't wanna talk sideways out the side your neck F# F#m B B I'll pull up at your gig on Broadway and punch you in your shit E E A A And as far as the millionaires go, they know I can't be handled F# F# B B I'm too outlaw for this new-age, tell 'em good luck gettin' me canceled [Chorus] E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep F#7 F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep E E A E A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed F# F# F#7 B B For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear [Interlude] E E A A F#7 F#7 B B E E A E B A F# F#7 F#7 B B E [Chorus] E E A A Black sheep, why don't you ever sleep F#7 F#7 B B By the buzz you have and who you are, you're gettin' in way too deep E E A A And one of these millionaires might try to have you killed F# F#7 B For bein' somethin' that ain't been seen in a while, and that's what record labels fear