blackbear – Ez (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
Am G F Dm
Am G F Dm
[Verse 1: blackbear]
Am G I don't need love, instant gratification F Dm Cut, copy, and paste 'til the colors are all faded Am G I don't mean half the mean shit that I say F Dm It's like how I know you fucked every dude on your summer playlist Am G F Want you to want me for more than vacations and cars that go fast Dm Mansions, mounds of cocaine, and Am G What's inside my heart is often mistaken F Dm Like hotel room temperature, distant and vacant
[Pre-Chorus: blackbear]
A G I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it F Dm 'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it A G Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it F Dm Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
[Chorus: blackbear]
A G F Dm Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic A G F Dm Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
A G Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love F Dm I wanna regret you, I can't give you up A G Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love F Dm A I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way G F Dm A G F Dm (It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
[Pre-Chorus: blackbear]
A G I'm filled up with love, I don't want no one to take it F Dm 'Cause I've been fucked up since the last time I gave it A G Don't tell me you love me, don't say it to say it F Dm Don't ask me who hurt me 'cause the story keeps changin'
[Chorus: blackbear]
A G F Dm Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic A G F Dm Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
A G Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love F Dm I wanna regret you, I can't give you up A G Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love F Dm A I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way G F Dm A G F Dm (It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
A Put you, put you, put you on the table G F Dm Grip the rails, arch your back, show that Holy Grail
Wow, ayy
A Put that on the table G F Dm Use them nails, scrape my back, scrape and sniff the yayo A Hold up, baby, you are not one to trust, huh? G One of the homies fucked, huh? F Dm You been around, this ain't your first time on the tour bus, huh? A G So I just wanna know why you're the only one to die of a drunk text, uh F Dm Prolly 'cause you're the only one that gets me hard during drunk sex, uh A G She used two hands, brought a friend to come help F Two G's to myself, two G's for they nose Dm A Two G's on my belt, two G's for these hoes G F Two X for my set, two years since I met you Dm You're in fashion week, in a master suite, on a balcony, I-
[Chorus: blackbear]
A G F Dm Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic A G F Dm Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis
What's changin'?
A G Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love F Dm I wanna regret you, I can't give you up A G Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love F Dm A I wanna forget you, it'd be easier that way G F Dm A G F Dm (It's easier that way, oh, it's easier that way, oh)