Bm
   We should take a walk someday
A
   Dream about what we could've been
F#m
   But I don't wanna leave this place
E
   There's no faith in Brooklyn
Bm
   But if I move out one day
A
   It will make me a better man
F#m
   But I don't wanna leave this place
E
   There's no faith in Brooklyn

         Bm
I said I'm so gone, oh my God, where's the menu?
A
   Order me some sushi for all them bitches at the venue
F#m
Stop, drop, roll, continue
   E
Cause they just try to mingle,
                          Bm
and I'm just tryin' to sing you a song
                               A
Tell ya that I'm leavin' but I won't be long
                       F#m
If it was up to me I'd see ya tomarr
But talk's cheap so I'm payin' up
E
   And new kicks be the only way I'm layin' up
Bm
   So maybe I won't make it as an athlete
A
   But that don't mean I'll let the competition pass me
F#m
   I money ball, Billy Beane and some skinny jeans
E
   And the whole damn team just some mini me's
Bm
   Cause they ain't seen another kid like this
A
   It's on your mind baby you should probably write this
F#m
   I told her I can dance good for a white kid
E
   So turn around, show me everything I might miss

     Bm
I said repetition-repe-repetition like a muscle man
A
You just wanna tie me up, snap me like a rubber band
F#m
  It's 2012 so now they wanna ask me what's the plan
E
  I tell 'em never trust a man unless he Russell Brands
Bm
Pass me on that Absinthe now watch me change my accent
    A
I got girls in the back on a mattress
You got girls on the map like that's it
F#m
  They wanna know, am I Jay Sean or Raekwon
E
Good sean, or Great Sean
Stay long or Kreayshawn
Bm
Now, either way, they try to cipher your dreams
         A
I tell 'em  keep your eyes open, you won't like what you see
     F#m
They be here for a minute, now they gone in a week
       E
You try to Donte the peak, I'm tryna Andre the beat
   Bm
Lord,  can you tell me where my faith is
     A
I graduated and I still ain't made the A-List
      F#m
Ain't a problem if you tell me how you feel girl
       E
I know the Road Rules but you need the Real World

    Bm
I got   no faith, no faith
A
   No faith in Brooklyn
    F#m
I got   no faith, no faith
E
   No faith in Brooklyn
    Bm
I got   no faith, no faith
A
   No faith in Brooklyn
F#m
   No faith in Brooklyn
E
   No faith in Brooklyn, baby