[ Предположительная тональность: C# ] Intro The main riff goes like this e|-------------------------------------| B|----------------8-9-10-----------9---| G|-------------10-------10-------7-----| D|--3/15----11------------10-9-8-------| A|-------------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------| Then the last time you play it the ending slightly changes and then it just goes into an F chord e|------------------------------------------| B|----------------8-9-10--------------------| G|-------------10-------10-------7-----5----| D|--3/15----11------------10-9-8---8-6---6--| A|------------------------------------------| E|------------------------------------------| Verse1 F C C# A# Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk F C A# you blame for your speech F C C# Walk around the block again Bb F Wait 'til I feel cool and straight C A# F# With a diaristic bent on undertaking [Pre-Chorus] G# F# Careful, steady G# F# Are we steady? G# F# Cruel and ready [Chorus] F C# F I'm not bossy, I'm the boss C# F Shooter, not the shot C# F C# On the tip and fit to execute F C# F I'm chief, not the overthrown C# F Captain, not a crony C# F A# G# F So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat C# F C# F C# F A# G# Boat, boat, boat G# F# G# F# G# F# [Verse 2] F C C# A# Holding a package from a total stranger F C A# who claims to know me F C C# A# No, you never knew me, man, not even a fraction F C A# F# You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen [Chorus] F C# F I'm not bossy, I'm the boss C# F Shooter, not the shot C# F C# Well-composed with keys to raise the skate F C# F I'm chief, not the overthrown C# F Captain, not a crony C# F A# G# F So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone C# F C# F C# F A# G# Stone, stone, stone C# F C# F C# F A# G# Stone, stone, stone G# F# G# F# G# F# [Bridge] F C# F C# We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl G# G7 G# A# Dip a toe 'til it's soaked and freezing F C# F C# But just because I let you kill time dangling me G# G7 G# A# from the quarry doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet [Chorus] That's cause I'm the boss Caller of the shots Sutanejo, never spit to me Chief, play my own right hand Not haggish, but the hag How naïve to trample She who's running from the stampede I'm raising the skate Look, I'm raising the skate