Gods Of The Good Shit

C Am F C Em C C Am F C Em C I said to myself, hey man, you need some time on your own C Am F C Em C Get out on the road and chase the ones you couldn’t get before C Am F C Em C But then you walked in C Am F C Em C I prayed to the gods, you know I owe you each a jack and coke C Am F C Em C You led me to her but now I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up C Am F C Em C Trying to sound smarter than I am, let this spinning wheel get out of hand C C7 And I don’t want to tell you Em F G Am You make comets collide in my chest Em F G Am And I way overthink how I’m dressed Em F G F C Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you C Am F C Em C C Am Maybe we could get up on the weekends F C Em C Maybe you could hit me when you’re free next C C7 'Cause I ain’t gonna tell you Em F G Am You make comets collide in my chest Em F G Am And I way overthink how I’m dressed Em F G F C Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you