C                                           She's allied with the Q                                                   
You're waiting on her call                                          Sells black market bone marrow
  But she don't use 5G                                            I heard that she's bagholding
                   G                                                Half a billion in Monero
She doesn't have a twitter                                        She knows whos in the know
  Or a facebook or I.G.                                             Her circles hella tight
                  Dm                                              She facetimes with the Bogdanoffs
She doesn't go to shows                                             Like every other night
  Doesn't even watch T.V.                                         
                      F                                           She's ten thousand years old
I wish she would come over here                                     Lived twenty thousand lives
  And spend some time with me                                     Her blood is ultraviolet
                                                                    And her skin is made of light
But she ain't got a name                                          She speaks to unity
  No Government I.D.                                                Hears the echoes in her mind
She doesn't have an S.S.N.                                        She's humanity's future
  She don't wanna be seen                                           And she's what we've left behind
And she don't want no lover                                       
  All she wants is to be free                                     Yeah she's the kind of girl, scrambled data in her brain
The flag hung in her bedroom                                      She makes so little sense in so many different ways
  Reads "Don't fucking tread on me"                               So please avert your eyes from her paralyzing gaze
                                                                  But open up your heart to the shit she has to say
                       F                                          
Yeah she's the kind of girl, scrambled data in her brain          Yeah she's the kind of girl, she's super fucking based
                    G                          Am                 Her head is in the stars somewhere a million miles away
She makes so little sense in so many different ways               She's staring through the sun she takes X-rays to the face
                     F                                            She's all these things and more all these things and so much more
So please avert your eyes from her paralyzing gaze                
                 G                            Am                  She's not like the other girls.                                      
But open up your heart to the shit she has to say

Yeah she's the kind of girl, she's super fucking based
Her head is in the stars somewhere a million miles away
She's staring through the sun, she takes X-rays to the face
She's all these things and more, all these things and so much more

                         C
She's not like the other girls -