Juice WRLD – Burn (Guitar)

Am                                                            F
   I can take one Percocet, start tonight off, I just took a 60

                                                          Dm
Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got Pretty Ricky

                                                       C
I tie the Chanel runners then I get back to running the city

                     E                                             Am
And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my niggas, they with me

                                                           F
Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel 'em fucking up my kidney

                                                                  Dm
And punching my liver, if I let it kill me, my mama will never forgive me

                                                                       C
Ain't numbing my feelings, if I let it kill 'em, my baby will never forgive me

                        E                                             Am
This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that's where God really sent me

                                        F
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                        Dm
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                                 C
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these Percs

                    E                    Am
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

                                        F
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                        Dm
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                                 C
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these Percs

                    E                    Am
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

Am
The truth hurts, let it bleed out

                          F
If they hurt you, let 'em leave

                                                       Dm
My heart hurtin', let me bleed out, only way I'll find peace

                                            C
I'm tryna get set free, but these chains on me

                  E
Choke me, I can't breathe

            Am
What's reality?

                                                        F
Uh, detached from myself, uh-huh, numb the pain with my wealth

                                                Dm
Uh, a bag from Chanel, match the double C on my belt, uh

                                          C
Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin' my pants up

                        E
But the money ain't the answer

Am
   I'm just tryna reach some new highs

                                F
Mix this with that, bet it feel nice

                                           Dm
Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won't die

                               C
Woke up to your cry, girl, I'm fine

                            E
But I lied, in the dream, I wasn't gon' wake up this time

Am                                         F
   Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                        Dm
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                                 C
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these Percs

                    E                    Am
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

                                        F
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                        Dm
Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn

                                                 C
I pray to God for some water, to wash down these Percs

                    E                    Am
I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn