Post Malone

19. 4. 2024

: Circles

Gsus Fmaj7

<i>No capo</i>
<i>Rhythm:</i> 120bpm
<i>Strumming :</i> &darr;.&darr;.&darr;&uarr;&darr;&uarr;.&uarr;&darr;&uarr;.&uarr;&darr;&uarr;
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C G Gsus F Fmaj7 (4x) 

Intro: Oh, oh, oh
Oh,  oh, oh
Oh,  oh, oh, oh, oh

1. C 
 G 
We Gsus 
couldn't turn F Fmaj7 
around 'til we were upside down
I'll be the bad guy now, but know I ain't too proud
I  couldn't be there even when I tried
You  don't believe it, we do this every time

Ch: Seasons change and our love went cold
Feed  the flame 'cause we can't let go
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away
I dare you to do something
I'm  waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away, run away

2. Let go, I got a feeling that it's time to let go
I said so, I knew that this was doomed from the get-go
You thought that it was special, special
But it was just the sex though, the sex though
And I still hear the echoes (The echoes)
I got a feeling that it's time to let it go, let it go

Ch: 

Bridge: Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through
It's only me, what you got to lose?
Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do?
It's only me, let it go

Ch: 
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: Psycho

<i>Capo 5th fret</i>
<i>Laid back rhythm</i>
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Ch: Damn, my AP goin' C 
psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a F 
no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' C 
psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a F 
no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though

1. You stuck in the C 
friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
F 
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I C 
made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
Thirty for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
F 
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent'
And I'm like C 
"woah"
Man, my neck so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is F 
sore
I got homies, let it blow, C 
oh, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to F 
hold?"
And I can never tell you no

Ch: 

2. The AP goin' C 
psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
We're hittin' lil' mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the F 
Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch
Dolla ridin' in an C 
old school Chevy, it's a drop top
Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Just one F 
switch, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get C 
high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm F 
from, take you to the slums
This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent C 
jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVS's, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look F 
beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

Ch: 
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