C#m F#sus2 G#m C#m
C#m A6 F#sus4 C#m


C#m =     x46654  (standard fingering)
F#sus2 =  xx4674  (barre in 4th fret)
G#m =     466444  (standard fingering)
A6 =      542222  (barre in 2nd fret)
F#sus4 =  224422  (standard fingering)

To keep it simple you could play the following progression:

C#m F#m G#m C#m
C#m A F#m C#m


[Intro]

C#m F#sus2                              G#m           C#m
          She sits and cries about the times we were low
                                   C#m           A6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
                                    F#sus4      C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home


[Verse 1]
     C#m                     F#sus2
The phone vibrated twice, I looked but I still didn't read it
          G#m                            C#m
Cause I knew they was gonna stress me out and right now I don't need it
     C#m                        A6
She told me she was leaving; I gave her too many reasons
              F#sus4                       C#m
She told me that I don't care, but I told her I'm no good with my feelings
              C#m                       F#sus2
When I first met her, I'm not gonna lie: I was struggling sleeping
          G#m                C#m
Then she got a nigga dreaming and then helped me achieving
         C#m                  A6
Alright fuck it let's read it; she said the roads won't love you like I will
          F#sus4                     C#m
And I'm starting to believe it - in fact, I'm starting to feel it
          C#m                       F#sus2
Back then I was driving with no license, I was struggling with violence
     G#m                         C#m
The man said twelve pounds for two tickets and then there was an awkward silence
            C#m                   A6
She had to pay me into the cinema, and at that point I was frightened
       F#sus4                C#m
Do I tell her that I fell off or do I lie? Either way, she was smiling
   C#m                        F#sus2
I told that I'm gonna be somebody, must have been hard to believe
          G#m                      C#m
When I'm sat there bagging up weed, breaking down twenty-eight G's
      C#m                     A6
And that was in Bury New Road; bedroom stinking cheese
      F#sus4                       C#m
But she was on a ride or die 'ting; we're like Beauty and the Beast


[Hook]
         C#m          F#sus2
I'm not home much no more
                              G#m           C#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
                                   C#m           A6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
                                    F#sus4      C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
         C#m          F#sus2
I'm not home much no more
                              G#m           C#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
                                   C#m           A6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
                                    F#sus4      C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home


[Verse 2]
                 C#m                       F#sus2
She told me that I'm the man and I gotta spread my wings
                      G#m          C#m
And now that you're smashing music; you could have plenty of 'tings
                    C#m                         A6
And you're getting better with the spotlight, then she looked down and grinned
             F#sus4                        C#m
But I could see the tears and I pray to God that he forgives my sins
                C#m                          F#sus2
I remember the night when the police knocked on and she was shaking on the bed
            G#m               C#m
And I was tryna' hide the weed, shaking my head
              C#m              A6
And then I threw it in the bag, and I ran across the park
           F#sus4                  C#m
She met me on the other side, and we was rolling in the dark
                  C#m                         F#sus2
And that's that criminal love, she's wearing leggings and Nike's
             G#m             C#m
I'm wearing Bali' and gloves - no one's fucking with us
             C#m              A6
And now I'm fucking her up I told her no side-chick could ever break down
      F#sus4                 C#m
What we've build up, then I see her eyes fill up
              C#m              F#sus2
Tell her I'm coming home; I'm sick of this black patrone
                   G#m              C#m
I'm sick of these dizzy girls, I'm sick of us acting cold (cold, cold, cold, cold))
C#m                                   A6
 Tell her when I get back, I'm gonna do this properly (yeah; do this properly)
F#sus4            C#m
 No more setbacks, nobody can stop me (nobody can stop me)


[Hook]
         C#m          F#sus2
I'm not home much no more
                              G#m           C#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
                                   C#m           A6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
                                    F#sus4      C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home
         C#m          F#sus2
I'm not home much no more
                              G#m           C#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
                                   C#m           A6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
                                    F#sus4      C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home


[Outro]
C#m         F#sus2
I'm coming home
                              G#m           C#m
She sits and cries about the times we were low
                                   C#m           A6
And when her family ask about me she says we're cool
                                    F#sus4      C#m
Tell her not to cry no more, 'cause I'm coming home, I'm coming home