Save Me Chords by Machine Gun Kelly, M Shadows, Synyster Gates
Tempo:
131.95 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Fm
Eb
Db
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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[Db]
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[Db] From the [Fm] bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I grow up from, it's cold
But I don't need this cold Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area cold on my shoulder 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it gets colder [Ab] No heat so we all around that stove
Like [Db] fuck this bullshit Bitty ass hustler, couldn't even sell one
stone [Bb] Slim slow working at the stove
And the only time he ever gets to eat is when he brings some home
[Fm] Everyday's dark here, we [Eb] ran for our rain But I'll lead her to that pot of gold
And [Ab] exchange those nights on a concrete [Eb] floor Pour a bottle of rose and [Ab] pop that bitch off
[Bbm] like we supposed to
Never give a fuck if [Ab] we went wrong [Fm] I just wanna be able to say that I'm [Ab] made
of gold Real EST motherfuckers don't fall
[Fm] Real EST motherfuckers don't [Ab] break [Eb] up Real family grows [Ab] old
Real EST motherfuckers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And [Fm] fuck this world Ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no
queens No fairytale endings on the inside, just
these broken bones and these screens Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets Seeing death's ride tryna get they fix
When [Ab] I first born here tryna get slings Motherfuck this [Db] rap shit
Try burying your boy six feet, let me show you about real
[Bb] Try telling me that you can make it up out of the city
$26 the most I'm real
Face the [Fm] inside of the club and let's [Eb] go Try telling facts to the east side stealer
[Ab] Bitch I did and it's still the [Eb] kid Label the bad boy [Ab] before this deal
[Bbm] What up Slim, Yugg, Slow, Dre, Swerve, [Ab] Ash, my boy [Fm] BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled [Bb] with me knowing I would be [Ab] here one day
So [Bb] as I roll [Fm] through all the hoods that raised [Eb] me
Looking at the [Ab] house of pain I'ma run away from the [Fm] ones that pay me
Hoping I'll stay the same
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[Db] From the [Fm] bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I grow up from, it's cold
But I don't need this cold Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area cold on my shoulder 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it gets colder [Ab] No heat so we all around that stove
Like [Db] fuck this bullshit Bitty ass hustler, couldn't even sell one
stone [Bb] Slim slow working at the stove
And the only time he ever gets to eat is when he brings some home
[Fm] Everyday's dark here, we [Eb] ran for our rain But I'll lead her to that pot of gold
And [Ab] exchange those nights on a concrete [Eb] floor Pour a bottle of rose and [Ab] pop that bitch off
[Bbm] like we supposed to
Never give a fuck if [Ab] we went wrong [Fm] I just wanna be able to say that I'm [Ab] made
of gold Real EST motherfuckers don't fall
[Fm] Real EST motherfuckers don't [Ab] break [Eb] up Real family grows [Ab] old
Real EST motherfuckers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And [Fm] fuck this world Ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no
queens No fairytale endings on the inside, just
these broken bones and these screens Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets Seeing death's ride tryna get they fix
When [Ab] I first born here tryna get slings Motherfuck this [Db] rap shit
Try burying your boy six feet, let me show you about real
[Bb] Try telling me that you can make it up out of the city
$26 the most I'm real
Face the [Fm] inside of the club and let's [Eb] go Try telling facts to the east side stealer
[Ab] Bitch I did and it's still the [Eb] kid Label the bad boy [Ab] before this deal
[Bbm] What up Slim, Yugg, Slow, Dre, Swerve, [Ab] Ash, my boy [Fm] BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled [Bb] with me knowing I would be [Ab] here one day
So [Bb] as I roll [Fm] through all the hoods that raised [Eb] me
Looking at the [Ab] house of pain I'ma run away from the [Fm] ones that pay me
Hoping I'll stay the same
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[Db] _ _ _ _ _ From the [Fm] bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I grow up from, it's cold
But I don't need this cold Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area cold on my shoulder 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it gets colder [Ab] No heat so we all around that stove
Like [Db] fuck this bullshit Bitty ass hustler, couldn't even sell one
stone [Bb] Slim slow working at the stove
And the only time he ever gets to eat is when he brings some home
[Fm] Everyday's dark here, we [Eb] ran for our rain But I'll lead her to that pot of gold
And [Ab] exchange those nights on a concrete [Eb] floor Pour a bottle of rose and [Ab] pop that bitch off
[Bbm] like we supposed to
Never give a fuck if [Ab] we went wrong [Fm] I just wanna be able to say that I'm [Ab] made
of gold Real EST motherfuckers don't fall
[Fm] Real EST motherfuckers don't [Ab] break [Eb] up Real family grows [Ab] old
Real EST motherfuckers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And [Fm] fuck this world Ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no
queens No fairytale endings on the inside, just
these broken bones and these screens Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets Seeing death's ride tryna get they fix
When [Ab] I first born here tryna get slings Motherfuck this [Db] rap shit
Try burying your boy six feet, let me show you about real
[Bb] Try telling me that you can make it up out of the city
$26 the most I'm real
Face the [Fm] inside of the club and let's [Eb] go Try telling facts to the east side stealer
[Ab] Bitch I did and it's still the [Eb] kid Label the bad boy [Ab] before this deal
[Bbm] What up Slim, Yugg, Slow, Dre, Swerve, [Ab] Ash, my boy [Fm] BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled [Bb] with me knowing I would be [Ab] here one day
So [Bb] as I roll [Fm] through all the hoods that raised [Eb] me
Looking at the [Ab] house of pain I'ma run away from the [Fm] ones that pay me
Hoping I'll stay the same _
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[Db] _ _ _ _ _ From the [Fm] bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I grow up from, it's cold
But I don't need this cold Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area cold on my shoulder 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it gets colder [Ab] No heat so we all around that stove
Like [Db] fuck this bullshit Bitty ass hustler, couldn't even sell one
stone [Bb] Slim slow working at the stove
And the only time he ever gets to eat is when he brings some home
[Fm] Everyday's dark here, we [Eb] ran for our rain But I'll lead her to that pot of gold
And [Ab] exchange those nights on a concrete [Eb] floor Pour a bottle of rose and [Ab] pop that bitch off
[Bbm] like we supposed to
Never give a fuck if [Ab] we went wrong [Fm] I just wanna be able to say that I'm [Ab] made
of gold Real EST motherfuckers don't fall
[Fm] Real EST motherfuckers don't [Ab] break [Eb] up Real family grows [Ab] old
Real EST motherfuckers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And [Fm] fuck this world Ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no
queens No fairytale endings on the inside, just
these broken bones and these screens Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets Seeing death's ride tryna get they fix
When [Ab] I first born here tryna get slings Motherfuck this [Db] rap shit
Try burying your boy six feet, let me show you about real
[Bb] Try telling me that you can make it up out of the city
$26 the most I'm real
Face the [Fm] inside of the club and let's [Eb] go Try telling facts to the east side stealer
[Ab] Bitch I did and it's still the [Eb] kid Label the bad boy [Ab] before this deal
[Bbm] What up Slim, Yugg, Slow, Dre, Swerve, [Ab] Ash, my boy [Fm] BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled [Bb] with me knowing I would be [Ab] here one day
So [Bb] as I roll [Fm] through all the hoods that raised [Eb] me
Looking at the [Ab] house of pain I'ma run away from the [Fm] ones that pay me
Hoping I'll stay the same _
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