Chorus:
       E                   Gbm              Abm
(Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A                 B
Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy
 E                   Gbm              Abm
(Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A             B
I give up on doin' things my way
     Dbm           B          E       A       B
(And tell me everything's gonna be alright),
 Dbm B  Em A
(oh)

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

Pre-chorus:
E                       Gbm             Abm         E
  Startin' to feel like you ain't been happy for me lately, darlin'
E                           Gbm        Abm      E
  'Member when you used to come around and serenade me, woah
 Dbm                       B             E            A     B
   But I guess it's gone different in a different direction lately
Dbm                   B               E                A
   Tryna do the right thing with the freedom that you gave me

Bridge:
         E               Gbm Abm A       B
(Wheezy outta here) Your gun off safety
E             Gbm Abm    A
   Speak first,   don't break me
Dbm            B   E      A      B
   Harsh words,    you're angry
Dbm            B   E      A
   Lord, don't take me, oh, oh

Chorus:
       E                   Gbm              Abm
(Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A                 B
Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy
 E                   Gbm              Abm
(Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A             B
I give up on doin' things my way
     Dbm           B          E       A       B
(And tell me everything's gonna be alright),
 Dbm B  E         A
(oh)     (Wheezy outta here)
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