Joy Oladokun - Sober

Gon^Ce, guess that goo^Gd old feeling's gon^Ame Shoulda kn^Fown that you were wr^Cong for me Wron^Gg for me, wron^Amg ^F

Now that I'm s^Cober my tempe^Grature's a little co^Amlder I see it clea^Frly now, I only f^Cell for you ^G 'Cause I was young, dumb and br^Amoken ^F I hate being s^Cober My hands are shak^Ging and the nights are l^Amonely I put my bod^Fy and my soul through hell f^Cor you ^G Why does it hurt that it's ^Amover? ^F

I've been drunk for three yea^Crs and fif^Emteen day^Ams Off that per^Gfume that you wea^Fr And that goo^Gd look on your fa^Fce I ignored all my worst fear^Cs And now this li^Emquor won't cha^Amse The thought of ^Gyou from my he^Fad My mouth st^Dmill stings from the tast^Ce of it

Now that I'm s^Cober my tempe^Grature's a little co^Amlder I see it clea^Frly now, I only f^Cell for you ^G 'Cause I was young, dumb and br^Amoken ^F I hate being s^Cober My hands are shak^Ging and the nights are l^Amonely I put my bod^Fy and my soul through hell f^Cor you ^G Why does it hurt that it's ^Amover? ^F

Don't know why I'm still cry^Cing It's not like you'^Emre wide awa^Amke Why am I tossing ^Gback whiskey? ^F I should be popp^Ging champagne^F And I would swallow my pri^Cde 'cause I know^Em what I gave^Am Why should I poi^Gson mys^Felf to try and ^Dmfix your mist^Cakes?

Now that I'm s^Cober my tempe^Grature's a little co^Amlder I see it clea^Frly now, I only f^Cell for you ^G 'Cause I was young, dumb and br^Amoken ^F I hate being s^Cober My hands are shak^Ging and the nights are l^Amonely I put my bod^Fy and my soul through hell f^Cor you ^G Why does it hurt that it's ^Amover? ^F

(Gon^Ce, guess that goo^Gd old feeling's gon^Ame Shoulda kn^Fown that you were wr^Cong for me Wron^Gg for me, wron^Amg ^F Gon^Ce, guess that go^God old feeling's gon^Ame Shoulda kn^Fown that you were wr^Cong for me Wron^Gg for me, wron^Amg) ^F

Now that I'm s^Cober my tempe^Grature's a little co^Amlder I see it clea^Frly now, I only f^Cell for you ^G 'Cause I was young, dumb and br^Amoken ^F I hate being s^Cober My hands are shak^Ging and the nights are l^Amonely I put my bod^Fy and my soul through hell f^Cor you ^G Why does it hurt that it's ^Amover? ^F

(Gon^Ce, guess that goo^Gd old feeling's gon^Ame Shoulda kn^Fown that you were wr^Cong for me Wron^Gg for me, wron^Amg ^F Gon^Ce, guess that go^God old feeling's gon^Ame Shoulda kn^Fown that you were wr^Cong for me Wron^Gg for me, wron^Amg) ^{F C}