Pretty Toxic Revolver Chords by Machine Gun Kelly

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_ _ [G] Danger, one [D] of us just [E] lost their [Bm] savior.
_ Gotta [A] maintain when you're going insane so I say this [Em] prayer.
[G] Dear God, why do I need this medicine to [E] control my [Bm] anger?
And do you even [A] exist?
They're trying to say it's a myth.
[E] A lot of things left unsaid, [G] a lot of things left unanswered.
My aunt just passed from [B] cancer.
Dad just got out of rehab [A] and mom's never gonna show up.
Gotta grow [E] up, ride with me, through the memories [G] inside of me.
To the nights I was hooked on [Bm] the ivory.
Head hurting all week cause of [A] bad coke.
And the same weed people [E] overdose, that's fucked up.
But [G] I guess I lucked up.
And I feel this pain because [Bm] it probably won't be until the day I die that they [A] love us.
But trust, [E] every nomination I don't get, every [G] list that I ain't on,
is a [Em] reminder of [B] why I wrote songs in the first place.
As [A] a way to escape where I came from.
This [Em] just my pretty [G] toxic, heavy _ [B]
conscience weighing on [A] my soul.
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_ _ [G] Six shots in my [B] revolver when I'm on [A] my own.
[G] Play this song, on the first day I am gone.
I do not want [Em] you to cry.
Legends never [A] die.
I hope our [Em] story's told.
And the years spent [G] on that road.
[Em] Before they came to our shows.
We were creating our [C#m] lane.
I hope they pave it in [B] gold.
[E] Take me home, somewhere [G] I belong.
[Em] _ _ [B] Somewhere foreign, looks like Dolly's [A] drawing.
_ _ [E] Yeah.
Isn't it funny that whenever you got [G] a vision, a mission, and a [Em] couple of plans to go [Bm] with it,
somebody gotta come along mad to damage [A] it.
Like a cancer that inhabits, never [E] banishes, I manage to smoke five rams of [G] cannabis.
And still keep my stamina for [Bm] the fans and the goddamn cameras that [A] attack my stance and evangelists.
[F#] I [E] said truth and they couldn't handle it.
[G] So when it sinks, you stand in it.
[Bm] I guess this is my Titanic, with [A] no James Cameron to direct this draft of it.
[Em] Just my pretty [G] toxic, heavy [Bm] conscience, weighing on [A] my soul.
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Six shots [G] in my [B] revolver, when I'm on [A] my own.
Back against the [E] wall, they got me anxious, [G] helpless, frigid, [B] cold.
Late nights, [A] drinking on my [E] own.
[G] Now I'm fearless, alcohol, _ [Bm]
to my [A] dearest, I ain't gone.
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[G] I'm not coming back _ [E] [Bm] down.
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I'm [G] not coming back [E] [Bm] down.
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