Cinderella chords by Mac Miller

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

IPart I: Cinderella:


Intro: Ty Dolla $ign:
Dm
Uh, $ign
G
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
C
No, no ($ign)
Am
Ayy

Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:
       Dm                         G
I been waitin' all night for this moment
       C                         Am
I been waitin' all year for this moment
       Dm                            G
I been picturin' you takin' off your clothes for me
       C                           Am
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you
       Dm                             G
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
      C                         Am
Cinderella, better get your ass home
       Dm                               G
Man, I swear that parents just don't understand
           C                   Am
You ain't gotta be old to be a man
        Dm              G
Take my hand, come with me
       C         Am
To my room (My room)
              Dm                G
Girl, I got a suite at the SLS (SLS), uh
          C                      Am
I already know you got expensive taste (Yeah)
             Dm                     G
Ayy, take my hand (My hand), follow me (Follow me)
      C         Am
To my room
                 Dm                         G
Tell your little friends you gon' be alright
              C
Girl, I got a plan for the whole night


Verse 1: Mac Miller:

Okay, your legs just like
  Dm
A store: they open up and you got people in line
           G
Been there every night for weeks at a time
          C
You in my dreams, that's why I sleep all the time
                       Am
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind
            Dm
I told you, you don't have to worry, you'll be fine
             G
This type of thing, I heard it happen all the time
      C
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
              Am
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin' me high
             Dm
Said nothin' better than the first time
                                 G
I'll be at your service like the check-in at curbside
                                C
You don't have to spend another second on this Earth dry
                              Am
Wet you like a breath We go a second and a third time

Left you a perverse mind
Dm
And when you hungry, I can chef you up a stir fry
G                                              C
Get you some dessert wine, elevate ya third eye

First prize, Nobel, get a piece
A
Your clothes off, turn around, lemme see


Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:
        Dm                         G
I been waitin' all night for this moment
       C                         Am
I been waitin' all year for this moment
       Dm                            G
I been picturin' you takin' off your clothes for me
       C                           Am
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you
       Dm                             G
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
      C                         Am
Cinderella, better get your ass home
       Dm                               G
Man, I swear that parents just don't understand
           C                   Am
You ain't gotta be old to be a man
        Dm              G
Take my hand, come with me
       C         Am
To my room (My room)
              Dm                G
Girl, I got a suite at the SLS (SLS), uh
          C                           Am
I already know you got expensive taste (Yeah)
             Dm                     G
Ayy, take my hand (My hand), follow me (Follow me)
      C         Am
To my room
                 Dm                         G
Tell your little friends you gon' be alright
              C
Girl, I got a plan for the whole night



Verse 2: Mac Miller:

Yeah, okay
Dm
I came up with a plan, it was take you by the hand
              G
And bring you somewhere where the sand is, soon as we landed
         C
We went straight into the room and played the music
                         Am
Started dancin', you was takin' off your pants
                                       Dm
It look like Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore, I do you like a chore
                  G
We started on the bed and then we movin' to the floor
                    C
You started gettin' crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
                     Am
I thought you was an angel, now you yellin' to the Lord
            Dm
You used to tell me all the time I ain't ya type
    G
Now you always wanna spend the night
    C
Now I'm doin' everything you like
         Am
When I'm inside your pussy, damn, it feels so right (Yeah)
            Dm
But I still respect ya game, every time I'm out-of-line
           G
You always set me straight, the sex is great, for Heaven's sakes
          C
I need it every day, I yell your name, Cinderella
Am
Never gonna find nobody better, all my life...


Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign:

        Dm                         G
I been waitin' all night for this moment
       C                         Am
I been waitin' all year for this moment
       Dm                            G
I been picturin' you takin' off your clothes for me
       C                           Am
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you
       Dm                             G
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
      C                         Am
Cinderella, better get your ass home
       Dm                               G
Man, I swear that parents just don't understand
           C                   Am
You ain't gotta be old to be a man
        Dm              G
Take my hand, come with me
       C         Am
To my room (My room)
              Dm                G
Girl, I got a suite at the SLS (SLS), uh
          C                           Am
I already know you got expensive taste (Yeah)
             Dm                     G
Ayy, take my hand (My hand), follow me (Follow me)
      C         Am
To my room
                 Dm                         G
Tell your little friends you gon' be alright
              C
Girl, I got a plan for the whole night I been waitin' all night for this moment


Guitar Solo: Jeff “Gitty” Gitelman:


Part II: Right After Love:

(CREDIT TO KEVAUGHAN FOR ENDING OF SONG)

Verse 1: Mac Miller:

Am       D
Hey now, I'm saying
Em              G
My only way out is way in
C       D                Em          G
I won't stop 'til you're mine, no way
     Am               D
Well all my days now, they changin'
Em            G
I got angels, no more Satan
C          D           Em
Looks like God's on my side
G
This time, well


Refrain: Mac Miller:


C
I been meanin' to tell you
            Cm          F
You lookin' better every day
          A#
Write you letters
                                 D               A#
It's only right that right after love I write my name, yeah

C                 Cm                F
If it's forever or never it's all the same
A#
Under the weather
                          (D)            (A#)
Feel much better when that weather isn't rain

Chorus:

Am        D              Em         G
Ooh Cinderella don't you run out of time
Am                        D          Em         G
It feels like you've been taking all day
Am                      D
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
              G  Bm     Em    (Em G C)
I promise I'm not far behind
C                D          Em        G
So don't you dare throw this away


Refrain: Mac Miller:

C
I been meanin' to tell you
Cm                      F
You lookin' better every day
A#
Write you letters
                               (D)            (A#)
It's only right that right after love I write my name
C                    Cm                 F
And if it's forever or never it's all the same
A#
Under the weather
                           (D)         (A#)
Feel much better when that weather isn't rain