Intro: F I like Waka Flocka Am I like Dragon Ball F I like King Krule Am And I like applesauce F Bb I like a lot of things A And I think I'm pretty cool Am F Bb A But nothing's cooler than just being you -Hey- Verse 1: F Gm As I talk to myself in my room, I can't help but to smile babe F Gm Cause I finally feel like myself, I ain't felt that in a while babe F Gm I don'€™t know who she is, where she from, all I know is that she fine babe F Gm And I think I'm in love with someone, that I'€™ve made up in my mind babe -Aw yeah!- Chorus: F Dm Gm7 C She's a bad mama jama, straight up out of Indiana, got that perfect little twang when she talk F Dm Gm C And her attitude's Atlanta, girl is driving me bananas, got that perfect little swang when she walk F Dm That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine Gm C I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time F That girl that's in my dreams Dm How perfect could she be Gm7 C And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me F Oh yeah Post-Chorus: F Gm Oh she'€™s sweet as applesauce C Yeah she sweet as sugar cane Gm And I don't even know her name Verse 2: F Really only ever been an inconvenience -to who?- Spent a whole lotta time feeling decent -poor you!- Gm Hard times happen for a reason -they do!- Someone wake me up, swear I'€™m dreaming -it'€™s true- F Grass stains on her blue jeans -grass stains- White stripes on a table in a movie Gm Uma dancin, 45 moving full speed Too good to be true, coulda fooled me F And as I pass through the door frame See you there, curly hair, girl I'€™m so amazed Fm Gm So assured, that the feeling goes both ways Could be wrong, and then we could go our own way F And I can'€™t help but to see her Little dress, all the girls want to be her Gm Lookin fine as I watch from the bleachers All I know is Chorus: F Dm Gm7 C She's a bad mama jama, straight up out of Indiana, got that perfect little twang when she talk F Dm Gm C And her attitude's Atlanta, girl is driving me bananas, got that perfect little swang when she walk F Dm That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine Gm C I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time F That girl that's in my dreams Dm7 How perfect could she be Gm7 C7 C And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me F Oh yeah Outro: Gm7 Yeah, oh she's sweet, yeah she's so sweet, yes she is F Oh yeah Gm F Oh she's sweet like Applesauce, oh yeah