Intro: Am Dm Em Dm Am Chorus: Am Don't you let me down If you let me drown Dm I'll die in your arms again I'll die in your arms Em I won't make a sound Dm Blood on the ground Am When they take my crown
If they take my crown Post-Chorus: Am Oh Dm Oh Em Dm Am Oh Verse 1: Am Reflections lookin' back at me C They're smilin', they're smilin' Dm I'm trapped inside a gilded cage F A golden blade I'm sharpening Em Dm It pleases you, I'll see it through Am I feel your chill across my skin The seasons never change Chorus: Am Don't you let me down If you let me drown C Dm I'll die in your arms again I'll die in your arms F Em I won't make a sound Dm Blood on the ground Am When they take my crown If they take my crown Post-Chorus: Am Oh C Dm Oh F Em Dm Oh Am Oh Break: Am I know you're up You think I don't know you're staying up all night C Dm Cooped up in that hotel room? I know you F Em You still got that adrenaline from the concert Dm Ain't no way you're asleep Am My girl told me she saw you in Dallas, said you didn't look good That you barely finished the show Am I just hope you're not back to the old you C Dm How much longer you in Texas for? I'm just worried, you worked so hard to be better F Em And now you're back, drowning in that shit Dm Don't let this industry break you, baby Am Don't let them take you from me Verse 2: N.C. Wait Am I been up tourin' state C Dm 45 off a safe At the top is my place F Em You and I, different wave Dm Always know when you're late Am I could never tell you wait Made me talk at the lake Am Lavish life type of estate Losin' time when you pace C Dm What we can do if you'd waste I know the sky's been in haze F Em You never been through this phase Dm Been in fire, livin' fake Am Know you try, but it's late I run the lobby, every summer Am Buy her body, two-stepper stutter Platinum 'round my wrist, bird chirp like I'm Stunna C Dm Look around this bitch while the DJ set cut up Flashes from the pics in my sections while I'm fucked up F Em Bad bitch I been waitin' to get with, hope I don't nut up Dm Yeah, nut up, man, this shit is trouble Am I been hittin' licks, seein' splits, doin' double No, it's no events, check my temp, watch it bubble Chorus: Am Don't you let me down C Dm If you let me drown Die in your arms again F Em I won't make a sound Dm Blood on the ground Am When they take my crown If they take my crown Outro: N.C. What does that shit feel like anyway?
Alternative guitar chords and tabs for Reflections Laughing by The Weeknd