All My Friends Acoustic chords by Snakehips

Credit for this should be reserved for merrawr. I only changed a few chords, mainly so I can have this saved
on my iPad in the way I think it sounds correct.


[Intro (and verses)]

Am | C | F  C | F  Dm |

(I play it in power chords with the F on the 8th Fret , A String, to get the high to low bass sound)


[Verse 1]


[Tinashe]

                 Am                    C
We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
               F  C                  F  Dm
Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only
                  Am                   C
Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
             F    C                     F  Dm
Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I
Am                             C
I will not waiver, I will not wait its turn
        F     C                        F   Dm
It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground
Am                 C
With the lips of another
             F   C                 F  Dm
'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely,

sometimes


[Hook]

C                  Dm
All my friends are wasted
      Am
And I hate this club
      F
Man I drink too much
        C              Dm
Another Friday night I wasted
            Am
My eyes are black and red
             F
I'm crawling back to your bed


[Verse 2]

[Chance the Rapper]

           Am
I hate the bar
C                                                   F  C
Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car
    F                        Dm
We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
Am
Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's
C
Popping the polar opposite to the NZT
F               C
Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand
      F                           Dm
But I done seen how the xan did my main man
    Am
The nights we won't remember

Are the nights we won't remember
C
I'll be gone 'till November

All my city calls me Simba
F                   C
Dreams are made for cages, nigga

Lions are for real, nigga
    F                Dm
Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, nigga
    Am
Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery
    C
I just had to rest in peace the recipe
    F                          C
The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
    F                          Dm
If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying

Hope you hear what I'm saying


[Hook]

C                  Dm
All my friends are wasted
      Am
And I hate this club
      F
Man I drink too much
        C              Dm
Another Friday night I wasted
            Am
My eyes are black and red
             F
I'm crawling back to your bed


[Bridge]

           Dm
Do you get lonely?
                      F
Sure I get lonely some nights
            Am
When the angels on my shoulder
            G
Slump my head
                        Dm
I'm stuck here with the vultures

Hissing and circling
           F                                 Am  C  F C  F Dm
You didn't call me, call me, call me, call me


[Hook]

C                  Dm
All my friends are wasted
      Am
And I hate this club
      F
Man I drink too much
        C              Dm
Another Friday night I wasted
            Am
My eyes are black and red
             F