G D She stuck a cell phone camera right into my face With a flick of my wrist G I filled her nose full of mace D The cops wanna know what was wrong with me G Didn't give me to explain it see, Chorus: G D It ain't her fault for being careless G It's ain't her fault for being brainless C It ain't her fault for being hopeless G D G But it's my fault for being famous I'm at the LaX just a-checkin my bag When up comes a little paparazzi scumbag I took a laptop slapped him up the side his head The cops wanted to know why I left him for dead Chorus I had a sweet old lady walk up to me Wanted to get a photograph for her grandson to see And as the digital camera lit up the place She unloaded a chrome 45 in my face Chorus: But it ain't her fault for being ruthless Ain't her fault for being toothless Ain't her fault for being blameless But it's my fault for being famous | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D G |