Аккорды к песне ​MOD SUN — Rich Kids Ruin Everything

 
[Intro] 
E E/Ab  A  B 
……………..Hey, hey, oh 
 
[Verse 1] 
C#m         A         E E/Ab 
…You can’t buy happiness, but that dont stop you from trying 
C#m         A              E E/Ab 
…We know those arent your friends, but that dont stop you from lying 
   C#m          A 
To everyone on the internet 
         E E/Ab 
Did you get your fifteen minutes yet? 
     C#m            A 
‘Cause we know, you’re fake as all your tears 
 E E/Ab 
But that don’t stop you from crying 
     
[Pre-Chorus 1] 
        A 
I saw your new TikTok 
                 B 
Oh my God, you’re so punk rock… 
 
[Chorus] 
    E E/Ab 
If you think this song’s about you that’s because it is 
    A                 B 
You complain, yeah, we get it it’s so hard being famous 
      E E/Ab 
All that money, burning holes, in your new designer clothes 
        A 
It’s such a shame (Woah, oh, oh, oh) 
B 
Rich kids ruin everything 
 
[Verse 2] 
C#m        A      E E/Ab 
…You can have anything, daddy’s buying (With a lot of ignorance) 
C#m       A      E E/Ab 
…You copy everyone, another trend you’re riding 
 
[Pre-Chorus 2] 
       A 
I saw your new IG 
             B 
Oh my God, you’re so edgy… 
 
[Chorus]     
    E E/Ab 
If you think this song’s about you that’s because it is 
    A                 B 
You complain, yeah, we get it it’s so hard being famous 
      E E/Ab 
All that money, burning holes, in your new designer clothes 
        A 
It’s such a shame (Woah, oh, oh, oh) 
B 
Rich kids ruin everything (Hey) 
 
[Bridge] 
C#m E/Ab 
…And this one’s for the kids 
A        E             C#m 
…Who grew up and broke and didn’t have **** 
                   E/Ab 
We’re screaming, “**** this” because 
A 
We’re not gonna take it 
 
[Guitar Solo/Instrumental Break] 
E E/Ab 
…Yeah…. 
          A 
Run that over again (Run that over again) 
  B 
Ooh… 
 
Run that over again 
 
[Chorus] 
    E E/Ab 
If you think this song’s about you that’s because it is 
    A                 B 
You complain, yeah, we get it it’s so hard being famous 
      E E/Ab 
All that money, burning holes, in your new designer clothes 
        A 
It’s such a shame (Woah, oh, oh, oh) 
B 
Rich kids ruin everything (Hey)