Ugly Crier Song Guitar Chords
Original Artist : Mckenna Grace
Chord Key : G Major
Capo : No Capo
Genre : English Song
Lyrics :
Music :
Lyrics & Chords
1st VERSE
G
I know a girl who never got into choir
G
She's such an ugly crier, she'll never be Taylor Swift
G
And I know a girl who caught her head in the dryer
G
Spinnin' 'round and 'round for hours, she can't get a grip
PRE CHORUS
Am
Oh-oh-oh
F
Even at her best, she's a constant mess
CHORUS
G C
I know a girl who can't sleep at night
Em D Bb
Nothin' that she does is ever right
G C
God, she's just a waste of space and time
Em D Bb
The voices in her brain on a megaphone sayin'
G Am Bm C
I'm so mediocre, I'm a loser, I'm a joker
Em D Bb G
I should quit and be a broke girl, who am I tryna kid?
G Am Bm C
I'm so mediocre, I don't measure up to no one
Em D Bb G
I'm not perfect, I'm a screw up, who could love me like this?
[Verse 2]
G Am Bm C
I know a girl who's too bitter, too sweet
Em Db C G
She's mature for her age, but too young for sixteen
G Am Bm C
With so much potential, was it accidental?
Em Db C G
And God hid it somewhere in her she can't reach
PRE CHORUS
Am C
Oh-oh-oh
Am F
Even at her best, she's a constant mess
CHORUS
G C
I know a girl who can't sleep at night
Em D Bb
Nothin' that she does is ever right
G C
God, she's just a waste of space and time
Em D Bb
The voices in her brain on a megaphone sayin'
G Am Bm C
I'm so mediocre, I'm a loser, I'm a joker
Em D Bb G
I should quit and be a broke girl, who am I tryna kid?
G Am Bm C
I'm so mediocre, I don't measure up to no one
Em D Bb G
I'm not perfect, I'm a screw up, who could love me like this?
POST CHORUS
G Am Bm C
I'm so mediocre, I'm a loser, I'm a joker
Em D Bb G
I should quit and be a broke girl, who am I tryna kid?
G Am Bm C
I'm so mediocre, I don't measure up to no one
Em D Bb G
I'm not perfect, I'm a screw up, who could love me like this?
OUTRO
G Am Bm C
I am a girl who never got into choir
Em Db C G
I'm such an ugly crier, I'll never be Taylor Swift
Is there a thousand pounds of weed in my suit pockets?
E C#m
You crooked cops need to stop it
A B E A
There's not a million pounds of weed in my suit pockets
E B
(Let me ask you something else)
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