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Heartbeat

Childish Gambino

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)
Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.
tom: Em
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[Chorus] x2

Em
I wanted you to know
D
That I am ready to go, 
Bm
Heartbeat
C
My heartbeat
Em
I wanted you to know
D
Whenever you aren't around, 
Bm
I can't speak
C
I can't speak


[Verse 1]

Em
I know what your boy like
D
Skinny tie and a cuff tight
Bm 
He go and make breakfast
C 
You walk around naked
Em 
I might just text you
D 
Turn your phone over, 
Bm
when it's all over, No settling down, 
         C
my text go to your screen,You know better than that
        Em 
I come around when you least expect me
                    D 
I'm sitting at the bar when your glass is empty
                      Bm 
You thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me
              C 
I need to be alone like the way you left me
           Em 
You start calling, you start crying
           D 
I come over, I'm inside you
         Bm 
I can't find you The girl that I once had
C 
But the sex that we have, isn't half bad
Em
The text say that "It's not fair"
D 
That's code for "He's not here"
Bm
And I'mma flirt with this new girl
C 
And I'mma call if it don't work
       Em 
So we fuck, till we come, to conclusions
        D 
All the things that we thought we were losing
       Bm 
I'm a ghost and you know this
              C 
That's why we broke up in the first place, Cause


[Chorus] x2

Em
I wanted you to know
D
That I am ready to go, 
Bm
Heartbeat
C
My heartbeat
Em
I wanted you to know
D
Whenever you aren't around, 
Bm
I can't speak
C
I can't speak


[Verse 2]
(Same Pattern)
Em
It's late night Thursday
D
I know that you heard me
Bm
But you don't want the same thing
C
Well two can play that game
Em
So I'm chilling with my girlfriend
D
But she not my real girlfriend
Bm
She got a key to my place but
C
She's not my real girlfriend
Em
Stupid, so dummy
D
Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin'
Bm
I'm paranoid that these girls want something from me
C
And it's hard to make a dime go one hundred
Em
And my dude freakin' out over a worse fate
D
She on time, but she late for they first date
Bm
Cause he went and tried out all new condoms
C
Slipped off in a threesome, good problems?
Em
Right? Wrong
                  D
Askin' him if she gonna play games
                                   Bm
With the super smash brothers, but none of them you
                                 C
I miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through
                       Em
Sixty-nine is the only dinner for two
                                            D
I was wrong, but would you have listened to you?

Uh, you were crazy
Bm
I got a heart, but the artichoke
             C
Is the only thing girls want when you in that smokin' light


[Chorus] x2

Em
I wanted you to know
D
That I am ready to go, 
Bm
Heartbeat
C
My heartbeat
Em
I wanted you to know
D
Whenever you aren't around, 
Bm
I can't speak
C
I can't speak


[Verse 3]
Em
So we're done? This the real shit?
D
We used to hold hands like field trips
Bm
I'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick
C
I read his posts on your wall and I feel sick
Em
He ain't cool, he ball and all that
       D
But he just a fake nigga who blog in all caps
Bm
You couldn't wait to date
                            C
I'm going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate
                        Em
I give a fuck about the niggas that you say you hate
                      D              
You know that I’m the best when I’m a-ffection-ate
                       Bm
I'm the best that you had, face it
                     C
J and Keyshia are related, racist
                           Em
I give you money, then you burn it, like you made off
                              D
She ain't a killer, but she'd fucking blow your head off
                      Bm
I know he wondering, "What the fuck you hiding?"
                   C
That we dated like raps about Bin Laden

Ayo, fuck this
Em
Are we dating? Are we fucking?
D                                     Bm
Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?
                C
I wish we never fucked, and I mean that
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