Apple

B D#m C# E

[Verse 1]
B                       D#m
How did I end up this way?
 C#m             Emaj7
Okay, okay, I'm good now
         B
I barely move
                     D#m
Golden crisp like an apple
            C#m
Memory in a capsule
                  E
That one day in Seattle
        B
My eyes big
                    D#m
Blushing red like rosacea
                   C#m
I'll do it if you say so
                  E
Looking up at my pillow

[Chorus]
       B       D#m
I feel guilty, guilty
    C#
The streets are made for me
    E                     A Am
You feel me, you feel me

[Verse 2]
E                           A
Pickup basketball in the summer
E                           A
Pickup basketball in the summer
E                                  A
My heart hurts, it stops and it flutters
                   E
Rollercoaster December
                   A
Do my best to recovery
N.C
I'm so sorry

[Chorus]
E       B   Gm
Guilty, guilty
    F#m
The streets are made for me
    A            Am
You feel me, you feel me