feel: acordes por
Post Malone
Post Malone

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Tom: F minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
Dm
Gm
Yeah,
yeah, yeah- eah- eah-
eah, yeah- eah, yeah- eah (ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Eb
Dm
yeah, yeah- ah (oh- oh)
Gm
She talkin' that noise,
Verse 2
take her lovin' with the dawn
Eb
Dm
All while I talk on the phone
After we fuck in the morn' she wake
up, she wearin' my clothes
Gm
She always be callin' my phone
Eb
She always be stealin' my clothes,
Dm
yeah
Askin' me, "How does it feel when you
F
Eb
know you could buy you the store?"
Gm
Ayy, I'm Bathing Ape
down to the floor
Ayy, I'm droppin' the
Eb
four in the foreign
Dm
Ayy, I came a long way on my own
Ayy, I'm doin' this shit on my own
Gm
Ayy, I don't give a fuck what I'm told
Eb
Ayy, I came a long way on my own
Dm
Ayy, like her pussy made out of gold
Ayy, I swear her pussy ownin' my soul
Gm
She got that sauce, yeah
Eb
Four days a hundred thousand
Dm
Forever like a diamond
She bring me back to life, yeah
Gm
I'm so fly I'm Martian
Eb
Quit talkin' all that nonsense
Dm
I'm just tryna fuck you 'til you
don't know nothin', oh- oh- oh
Eb
I cross my T's and
Verse 3
dot my I's, yeah,
Gm
I'm for real (yeah, I'm for real)
Dm
He hold me down (she hold
me down)
That's my shield
(that's my shield)
Eb
He buy whatever,
Gm
he know the drill (know the drill)
Dm
Don't need no pill
(no pill, no)
Bb
Eb
He whispered in my ear and told me
Verse 4
Gm
Feel (feel, feel,
Dm
F
Eb
oh- oh)
Feel (feel, oh, ah- ah)
Gm
Feel (feel, oh, feel)
Dm
F
Oh- oh, oh- oh (feel, feel, yeah, no)
Verse 5
Gm
He love that I say what I feel
Eb
He feel what I say 'cause
it's real
Dm
You couldn't forget,
I never changed up on my set
And I only make calls to collect,
Gm
that's why we connect
Eb
We can go half on a jet, baby,
we on to the next
Dm
Fuck all the stress
Fuckin' with bitches who's new
Gm
to the game when you got you a vet'
I know you like it when I
Eb
act like I'm still shy
Dm
Then turn around and put
that thing in overdrive
Gm
I'm down to ride
Eb
Dm
I'ma keep you on my shoulder
'Cause every cold nigga need
a bitch that's ten times colder
Eb
I cross my T's and
Verse 6
dot my I's, yeah,
Gm
I'm for real (yeah, I'm for real)
Dm
He hold me down (she hold
me down)
That's my shield
(that's my shield)
Eb
He buy whatever,
Gm
he know the drill (know the drill)
Dm
Don't need no pill
(no pill, no)
Bb
Eb
He whispered in my ear and told me
Verse 7
Feel (feel, yeah)
Gm
Dm
Feel, ayy (feel me, feel me)
F
Eb
Gm
Feel (feel), oh
F
Oh- oh, oh- oh (feel, feel,
Dm
F
oh)
Eb
Hey, fuck me
Verse 8
Gm
'til I can't see straight
Dm
Make me think that ho was a mistake
Eb
Gm
I just need to feel you all the time
Dm
Ride ho, ride ho,
Outro 1
ride
Dm
F
Eb
Gm
Dm
F
Eb
Gm
Dm

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