Mourning chords by Post Malone

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[E] Oh lonely traveler, please [A] help us, we have [E] to move the [D] cube.
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[A] I was strong enough, [E] got a lot of shit to [A] say, couldn't [D] fit it in the chorus.
I just left Wally, spent a [A] Maserati.
The way I got a flex, you'd think I did [D] Pilates.
[A] I called my quote-unquote friend, she knew you got plans.
Turns out everyone's free when they [D] did a wrist.
Then they dragged me to a party out in Malibu.
After 30, I knew it was [A] pretty cool.
Tried to shoot my shot, she told me that she had a shoe.
Bye, bye.
[D] I was warm and sober up, the sun is killing my [E] blood.
Why [D] they call it [A] morning?.
But I was strong enough, threw my bottle at the skies.
God, that's a [D] warning.
I was warm and sober up, tried to [A] keep it in style, but I [D] just wanna [A] pour it.
But I was strong enough, got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the [Dm] chorus.
Stumbling down the corridor, [A] came across an open door.
Throwing up is easy, and who put on the Commodores?.
That's a nice tile floor, wish [E] I got to know you more.
Who am I talking to?.
[A] [D] Nobody.
Take me outside, I'm a little too high.
Paid a little too much for the top of my [A] life.
Money ain't a problem, everyone's lying.
Even when I tell [E] myself [D] that I don't.
I was warm and sober up, the sun is killing my blood.
Why they call it [A] morning?.
But I was strong enough, threw my bottle at the skies.
God, that's a [D] warning.
I was warm and sober up, tried to keep it in style, but I just wanna [A] pour it.
But I was strong enough, got a lot of shit to say, couldn't fit it in the [D] chorus.
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