Fweaky - Miley Cyrus, acordes de ukelele

Publicado: 2021-01-18 20:17
Seleccion acordes: Sarah Harris

Verse:
A               B
 In your bed, or in your car
C#m                B
 On the earth, or up in the stars
 E          B
I wanna be, where you are
G#m                  A
Even if that means, going too far
A              B
 At your place, or up in space
       C#m                               B
You can, you can eat me out, as long as I see your face
E         B
I wanna be, where you are
G#m                          A
Even if that means, letting Go of my heart

A                       B
 You take me higher than I’ve been before
   C#m                                B
Don’t laugh when I say that cause we just smoked a bowl
     E                             B
And I, I have a hard time, anyway, saying how I feel
    G#m                          A
but I’m a little buzzed, so I’m keeping it real
A         B                 C#m
 I tried to take it slow, but
                          B
When youʼre around me, my pot’s about to blow, and
E                      B
 Everything you Do just turns me on
         G#m                A
So let’s Go to my room, and na, na, na, na

Chorus:
A                       B
Shitʼs ʼbout to get real freaky I can feel it
C#m                    B
 I hope youʼre ready, Iʼm into whatever
E                        B
Shitʼs ʼbout to get real freaky I can feel it
G#m               A
 Donʼt you worry, you wonʼt regret it

Verse:
A                    B
 It never felt right to be so wrong
 C#m                                B
I shouldʼve called you sooner, you loved me for so long
    E                            B
And itʼs been a while since Iʼve been with someone else
      G#m                     A
Cause I got too good at just doing it myself
A                    B
 At your dad’s place, or at your moms
      C#m                            B
And if they’re both home, we can Go out on the lawn
   E                          B
And I wanna walk around while wearing high heels
G#m                               A
After we drank all night, and we done a bunch of pills

And then..

Bridge: x2
A
 Na, na, na, na
B
Na, na, na, na
C#m
 Na, na, na, na, na
B
Na, na, na, na, na
E
 Na, na, na, na
B
Na, na, na, na, na
G#m
Na, na, na, na, na
A
Na, na, na, na

Chorus:
A
Shitʼs ʼbout to get real
B
Freaky I can feel it
C#m                   B
 But donʼt you worry, you wonʼt hurt it
E
Shitʼs ʼbout to get real
B
Freaky I can feel it
G#m               A
 Donʼt you worry, you wonʼt regret it