Lord I Need You

       E                   F#m    
(Well, Lord, I need You to wrap 
          G#m
Your arms around me)
A                 B
Wrap Your arms around 
with Your mercy
 E                   F#m          
(Lord, I need You to wrap Your 
    G#m
arms around me)
A             B
I give up on doin' things my way
     C#m           B          E  
(And tell 
     A       B
me everything's gonna be alright),
 C#m B  Em A
(oh)


[Verse 1]
           E                     
When you said give me a ring, you
F#m           G#m
 really meant a ring, huh?
C#m                D#m
  Turned out to be more than just a 
fling, huh?
E                     F#m        
  Three hours to get back from 
   G#m
Palm Springs, huh?
C#m                    D#m
  Who you know spend an hour in 
Walgreens, huh?
E                              
  You know you'll always be my 
F#m           G#m
favorite prom queen
C#m                D#m
   Even when we in dad shoes or mom 
jeans
E                           F#m  
Too many complaints made it hard 
         G#m
for me to think
C#m                  D#m
  Would you shut up? I can't hear 
myself drink
   E                         F#m  
We used to do the freak like seven
         G#m
 days a week
Continúa después del anuncio
         C#m                D#m
It's the best collab since Taco Bell
 and KFC, uh
 E                       F#m      
Talk to me nicely, don't come at 
  G#m
me loud
          C#m                      
You had a Benz at sixteen, I could 
D#m
barely afford a Audi
E                            F#m 
How you gon' try to say sometimes
          G#m
 it's not about me?
C#m                   D#m
Man, I don't know what I would do 
without me
E                   F#m           
Billionaire sport, step up to the 
G#m
court
C#m                D#m
They rented a room, we bought the 
resort
E                 F#m      
God got me, baby, God got the 
     G#m
children
     C#m                          
The devil run the playground, but 
D#m
God own the buildin'
E                  F#m     G#m
Time and silence a luxury
        C#m                     
Cussin' at your baby mama, guess 
       D#m
that's why they call it custody
E                 F#m      
God got us, baby, God got the 
     G#m
children
    C#m                           
The devil run the playground, but 
D#m
God own the buildin'
E                   F#m     G#m
Time and space is a luxury
C#m                        D#m
But you came here to show that you 
still in love with me

[Pre-Chorus]
E                       F#m      
  Startin' to feel like you ain't
       G#m         E
 been happy for me lately, darlin'
E                           
  'Member when you used to come 
F#m        G#m      E
around and serenade me, woah
 C#m                       B      
   But I guess it's gone different
       E            A     B
 in a different direction lately
C#m                   B          
   Tryna do the right thing with 
     E                A
the freedom that you gave me

[Bridge]
         E               F#m G#m 
(Wheezy outta here) Your gun off 
A       B
safety
E             F#m G#m    A
   Speak first,   don't break me
C#m            B   E      A      B
   Harsh words,    you're angry
C#m            B   E      A
   Lord, don't take me, oh, oh

[Chorus]
       E                   F#m    
(Well, Lord, I need You to wrap 
          G#m
Your arms around me)
A                 B
Wrap Your arms around 
with Your mercy
 E                   F#m          
(Lord, I need You to wrap Your 
    G#m
arms around me)
A             B
I give up on doin' things my way
     C#m           B          E  
(And tell 
     A       B
me everything's gonna be alright),
 C#m B  E         A
(oh)     (Wheezy outta here)