C#mF#sus2G#mC#mC#mA6F#sus4C#m
C#m = x46654 (standard fingering)
F#sus2 = xx4674 (barre in 4th fret)
G#m = 466444 (standard fingering)
A6 = 542222 (barre in 2nd fret)
F#sus4 = 224422 (standard fingering)
To keep it simple you could play the following progression:
C#mF#mG#mC#mC#mAF#mC#m
[Intro]
C#mF#sus2G#mC#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
C#mA6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
F#sus4C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
[Verse 1]
C#mF#sus2
The phone vibrated twice, I looked but I still didn't read it
G#mC#m
Cause I knew they was gonna stress me out and right now I don't need it
C#mA6
She told me she was leaving; I gave her too many reasons
F#sus4C#m
She told me that I don't care, but I told her I'm no good with my feelings
C#mF#sus2
When I first met her, I'm not gonna lie: I was struggling sleeping
G#mC#m
Then she got a nigga dreaming and then helped me achieving
C#mA6
Alright fuck it let's read it; she said the roads won't love you like I will
F#sus4C#m
And I'm starting to believe it - in fact, I'm starting to feel it
C#mF#sus2
Back then I was driving with no license, I was struggling with violence
G#mC#m
The man said twelve pounds for two tickets and then there was an awkward silence
C#mA6
She had to pay me into the cinema, and at that point I was frightened
F#sus4C#m
Do I tell her that I fell off or do I lie? Either way, she was smiling
C#mF#sus2
I told that I'm gonna be somebody, must have been hard to believe
G#mC#m
When I'm sat there bagging up weed, breaking down twenty-eight G's
C#mA6
And that was in Bury New Road; bedroom stinking cheese
F#sus4C#m
But she was on a ride or die 'ting; we're like Beauty and the Beast
[Hook]
C#mF#sus2
I'm not home much no more
G#mC#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
C#mA6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
F#sus4C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
C#mF#sus2
I'm not home much no more
G#mC#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
C#mA6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
F#sus4C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
[Verse 2]
C#mF#sus2
She told me that I'm the man and I gotta spread my wings
G#mC#m
And now that you're smashing music; you could have plenty of 'tings
C#mA6
And you're getting better with the spotlight, then she looked down and grinned
F#sus4C#m
But I could see the tears and I pray to God that he forgives my sins
C#mF#sus2
I remember the night when the police knocked on and she was shaking on the bed
G#mC#m
And I was tryna' hide the weed, shaking my head
C#mA6
And then I threw it in the bag, and I ran across the park
F#sus4C#m
She met me on the other side, and we was rolling in the dark
C#mF#sus2
And that's that criminal love, she's wearing leggings and Nike's
G#mC#m
I'm wearing Bali' and gloves - no one's fucking with us
C#mA6
And now I'm fucking her up I told her no side-chick could ever break down
F#sus4C#m
What we've build up, then I see her eyes fill up
C#mF#sus2
Tell her I'm coming home; I'm sick of this black patrone
G#mC#m
I'm sick of these dizzy girls, I'm sick of us acting cold (cold, cold, cold, cold))
C#mA6
Tell her when I get back, I'm gonna do this properly (yeah; do this properly)
F#sus4C#m
No more setbacks, nobody can stop me (nobody can stop me)
[Hook]
C#mF#sus2
I'm not home much no more
G#mC#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
C#mA6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
F#sus4C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
C#mF#sus2
I'm not home much no more
G#mC#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
C#mA6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
F#sus4C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
[Outro]
C#mF#sus2
I'm coming home
G#mC#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
C#mA6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
F#sus4C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home