End Game piano leadsheet with chords

I wanna be your end game.

I wanna be your first string.

I wanna be your A team.

I wanna be your end game,

end game.

Big reputation, big reputation, ooh, you and me,

we got a big reputations, ah.

And you heard about me, ooh.

I got some big enemies.

Big reputation, big reputation, ooh, you and me,

we got a big conversation, ah.

And I heard about you, ooh.

You like the big enemies.

bad ones, too.

You so dope;

don't overdose.

I'm so stoked;

I need a toast.

We do the most;

I'm in the Ghost like I'm whippin' a boat.

I got a reputation, girl, that don't precede me.

I'm a call away whenever you're needing me.

I'm in a G5 'cause of the A side.

I got a bad boy persona;

that's what they like.

You love it.

I love it, too, 'cause you my type.

You hold me down and I'll protect you with my life.

I don't wanna touch you.

(I don't wanna be) just another exlove (you don't wanna see.)

I don't wanna miss you, (I don't wanna miss you) but like the other girls do.

I don't wanna hurt you.

(I just wanna be) drinking on the beach with (you all over me.)

I know what they all say,

(I know what they all say,)

but I ain't tryin' to girls do.

I don't wanna play.

I wanna be your end game.

(End game.)

I wanna be your first string.

(First string.)

I wanna be your A team.

(A team.)

I wanna be your end game,

end game.

Now, well, when I was young,

we connected.

When we were little bit older,

both sprung.

I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders.

Reputation precedes me, and rumors are knee deep.

The truth is, it's easier to ignore it,

believe me.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long.

And you understand the good and bad end up in this song.

For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease,

for all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities.

I've made mistakes and made some choices;

that's hard to deny.

After the storm, something was born on the Fourth of July.

I've passed days without fun;

this end game is the one,

with four words on the tip of my tongue I'll never say.

I don't wanna end game,

end game.

Big reputation, big reputation, ooh, you and me,

we got a big reputations, ah.

And you heard about me, ooh.

I got some big enemies.

Big reputation, big reputation, ooh, you and me,

we got a big conversation, ah.

And I heard about you, ooh.

I got some big enemies.

You like the bad ones, I too.

you like bang.

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't.

And I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put 'em.

Reputation precedes me;

they told you I'm crazy.

I swear I don't love the drama;

it loves me.

And I can't let you go;

your handprint's on my soul.

It's like your eyes are liquor,

it's like your body is gold.

You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks,

so here's the truth from my red lips:

I wanna be your end game.

(End game.)

I wanna be your first string.

(First string.)

I wanna be your A team.

(A team.)

I wanna be your end game,

end game.

I wanna be your end game.

(End game.)

I wanna be your first string.

(First string.)

I wanna be your A team.

(A team.)

I wanna be your end game,

end game.

I wanna be your end game,

end game.