Intro Bm Em F#m Em Bm
Bm
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
Em
I'll die in your arms again
I'll die in your arms
F#m
I won't make a sound
Em
Blood on the ground
Bm
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
Bm
Oh
Em
Oh
F#m Em Bm
Oh
Bm
Reflections lookin' back at me
D
They're smilin', they're smilin'
Em
I'm trapped inside a gilded cage
G
A golden blade I'm sharpening
F#m Em
It pleases you, I'll see it through
Bm
I feel your chill across my skin
The seasons never change
Bm
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
D Em
I'll die in your arms again
I'll die in your arms
G F#m
I won't make a sound
Em
Blood on the ground
Bm
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
Bm
Oh
D Em
Oh
G F#m Em
Oh
Bm
Oh
Bm
I know you're up
You think I don't know you're staying up all night
D Em
Cooped up in that hotel room?
I know you
G F#m
You still got that adrenaline from the concert
Em
Ain't no way you're asleep
Bm
My girl told me she saw you in Dallas, said you didn't look good
That you barely finished the show
Bm
I just hope you're not back to the old you
D Em
How much longer you in Texas for?
I'm just worried, you worked so hard to be better
G F#m
And now you're back, drowning in that shit
Em
Don't let this industry break you, baby
Bm
Don't let them take you from me
Bm D Em
Wait, I been up tourin' state, 45 off a safe
G F#m
At the top is my place, you and I, different wave
Em Bm
Always know when you're late, I could never tell you wait
Bm
Made me talk at the lake, lavish life type of estate
D Em
Losin' time when you pace, what we can do if you'd waste
G F#m
I know the sky's been in haze, you never been through this phase
Em Bm
Been in fire, livin' fake, know you try, but it's late
I run the lobby, every summer, buy her body
Bm
Two-step a stutter
Platinum 'round my wrist, bird chirp like I'm Stunna
D Em
Look around this bitch while the DJ set cut up
Flashes from the pics in my sections while I'm fucked up
G F#m
Bad bitch I been waitin' to get with, hope I don't nut up
Em
Yeah, nut up, man, this shit is trouble
Bm
I been hittin' licks, seein' splits, doin' double
No, it's no events, check my temp, watch it bubble
Bm
Don't you let me down
D Em
If you let me drown
I'll die in your arms again
G F#m
I won't make a sound
Em
Blood on the ground
Bm
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
What does that shit feel like anyway?
Composição de Abel Tesfaye