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)