Credit for this should be reserved for merrawr. I only changed a few chords, mainly so I can have this saved
on my iPad in the way I think it sounds correct.
[Intro (and verses)]
Am | C | F C | F Dm |
(I play it in power chords with the F on the 8th Fret , A String, to get the high to low bass sound)
[Verse 1]
[Tinashe]
Am C
We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
F C F Dm
Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only
Am C
Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
F C F Dm
Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I
Am C
I will not waiver, I will not wait its turn
F C F Dm
It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground
Am C
With the lips of another
F C F Dm
'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely,
sometimes
[Hook]
C Dm
All my friends are wasted
Am
And I hate this club
F
Man I drink too much
C Dm
Another Friday night I wasted
Am
My eyes are black and red
F
I'm crawling back to your bed
[Verse 2]
[Chance the Rapper]
Am
I hate the bar
C F C
Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car
F Dm
We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
Am
Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's
C
Popping the polar opposite to the NZT
F C
Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand
F Dm
But I done seen how the xan did my main man
Am
The nights we won't remember
Are the nights we won't remember
C
I'll be gone 'till November
All my city calls me Simba
F C
Dreams are made for cages, nigga
Lions are for real, nigga
F Dm
Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, nigga
Am
Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery
C
I just had to rest in peace the recipe
F C
The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
F Dm
If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying
Hope you hear what I'm saying
[Hook]
C Dm
All my friends are wasted
Am
And I hate this club
F
Man I drink too much
C Dm
Another Friday night I wasted
Am
My eyes are black and red
F
I'm crawling back to your bed
[Bridge]
Dm
Do you get lonely?
F
Sure I get lonely some nights
Am
When the angels on my shoulder
G
Slump my head
Dm
I'm stuck here with the vultures
Hissing and circling
F Am C F C F Dm
You didn't call me, call me, call me, call me
[Hook]
C Dm
All my friends are wasted
Am
And I hate this club
F
Man I drink too much
C Dm
Another Friday night I wasted
Am
My eyes are black and red
F
I'm crawling back to your bed
