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-
