Ye (Kanye West) feat Sunday Service Choir - Lord I Need You

[Chorus]
E F#m G#m
(Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A B
Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy
E F#m G#m
(Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A B
I give up on doin’ things my way
C#m B E A B
(And tell me everything’s gonna be alright),
C#m B Em A
(oh)

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

[Pre-Chorus]
E F#m G#m E
Startin’ to feel like you ain’t been happy for me lately, darlin’
E F#m G#m E
‘Member when you used to come around and serenade me, woah
C#m B E A B
But I guess it’s gone different in a different direction lately
C#m B E A
Tryna do the right thing with the freedom that you gave me

[Bridge]
E F#m G#m A B
(Wheezy outta here) Your gun off safety
E F#m G#m A
Speak first, don’t break me
C#m B E A B
Harsh words, you’re angry
C#m B E A
Lord, don’t take me, oh, oh

[Chorus]
E F#m G#m
(Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A B
Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy
E F#m G#m
(Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me)
A B
I give up on doin’ things my way
C#m B E A B
(And tell me everything’s gonna be alright),
C#m B E A
(oh) (Wheezy outta here)