Fucked Up, Kinda(Chords)

	        Intro 

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            A                 Bm 
I want that fucked up kinda love 
                 F#m 
Where I can't go out with the opposite sex 
          A                     Bm          F#m 
'Cause I always get those angry texts, like damn, hm 
  
            A                 Bm 
I want that fucked up kinda love 
              F#m 
Where you get mad at me for something you did 
                A                      Bm        F#m 
You know you're wrong, but you never admit, like damn, eh 
  
            A 
I want that fucked up kinda love 
    G#m 
Get drunk, bring the past back up 
       F#m                                 D 
Then I chase you down the block trying to apologize, for what? 

  A      Bm                 F#m 
I know I shouldn't want it, but I do 
          A             Bm                 F#m 
All of my friends say I probably shouldn't be with you 
              A               Bm                F#m         D 
You know, you know I want you more the more you put me through 
          D 
I guess I fucked up, kinda 

                   A                 Bm 
'Cause I want that fucked up kinda love 
           F#m 
Where I'm scared you're gonna ask for space 
     A                       Bm          F#m 
And space is gonna lead to a break, like damn (Ah) 

                   A                     Bm 
Mm, you're pickin' fights in front of my momma 
                F#m 
'Cause you like drama, 'cause I like it, too 
         A                  Bm               F#m 
'Cause I chase you down the block trying to apologize, for what? 

  A      Bm                 F#m 
I know I shouldn't want it, but I do 
          A             Bm                 F#m 
All of my friends say I probably shouldn't be with you 
              A               Bm                F#m         D 
You know, you know I want you more the more you put me through 
          D 
I guess I fucked up, kinda 
  
                   A                 Bm 
'Cause I want that fucked up kinda love 
      F#m 
Oh, I fucked up, kinda 
                  A                 Bm           F#m 
Yeah, I want that fucked up kinda love and so do you 

D                                            F#m 
Baby, I learned from watching you and your problems 
  
Learned it so good 
        C#m7                                                  
Now you chase me down the block, trying to apologize, for what? 
  
  A      Bm                 F#m 
I know I shouldn't want it, but I do 
          A             Bm                 F#m 
All of my friends say I probably shouldn't be with you 
              A               Bm                F#m         D 
You know, you know I want you more the more you put me through 
          D 
I guess I fucked up, kinda 

                   A                 Bm 
'Cause I want that fucked up kinda love 
      F#m 
Oh, I fucked up, kinda 
                  A                 Bm           F#m 
Yeah, I want that fucked up kinda love and so do you 

( A  Bm  F#m  D )
	        

Written by Scott Harris/Julia Michaels