Tonalidad: F major
Verse 1
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Bm
Mothers talk to you like
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nothing is better
Than you going out on a Tuesday
A
Well I'm not sure what to do
But man I swear man
I'm slavin' far away
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An' why is it that always on the weekend,
no-one ever ever about to shout
A
Are people working too hard,
or drinking too hard?
As a matter of fact I'm never
quite sure.
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Bm
D
A-blaze it it down & pull yourself up
Pull yourself right to the hook
A
shook man crooks
Never go nowhere with me cos
I'm all on my own no pity
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Spit like guilty minds in the sermon movin around
of this place like you never did learn them
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I shake myself down
And rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
D
And why is it New Years Eve
is always shit?
Dontcha know what I mean man,
It's always just the way we're rolling
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A
D
Your girl's that fucked off on Smirnoff Ice
Bm
I think once, twice or thrice
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Never makes no difference to me
A
A skinny little white runt with head lice
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Never been better than money never been
aw at least startin to see it
I've always been around this town
Since the first day I was born
Bm
A
An' I've been losing frequencies and losing sound
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A
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and losing everything and I squandered it all and
Bm
I've been hit up I've been around
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I've been in the council
since the first day in town
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An' I've still been beating, cheating,
Verse 2
falling to the floor when kids are bickering.
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I've been a-bleeding, I've
I've been a-losing
A
Where Where were you when I thought
Bm
what I'm choosing
And if you aint better
A lala listen up don't stress cos I
A
D
start man impress ya
A
And if you aint losing
Verse 3
Then you aint grooving
Bm
I'll still be down here on my
own send your girl over
She has a complete
A
and utter chance with me
Verse 4
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I've been over, I've been over
A
You've been down,
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you've been down
Now I've been up but I'm movin'
A
All around the town all around and around
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I've been grooving
I've been losin'
A
Bm
I've been alright choosin'
And now I'm back for the challenge
A
Oh the challenge and I want some more
Verse 5
D
Bm
Now I'm on my train
D
Life in the fast lane,
never gave me no game
A
And then the man says "wakey wakey it's mornin'
D
time on the northern line"
Bm
D
I'm alright bowling straight up to camden
Bm
D
All the way from North Faringdon
A
I'm gonna make sure I'll be tired and
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I realise that's inticing the right to
One stone so
Bm
An' too much dough
D
And in my mind I've been sniffin
Bm
D
up too much blow
A
And now I'm thinkin'
"aw I'll never"
I sever it up before I think
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about forever and I
Bm
Chat it back to the people I used to know
D
Bm
D
A
Kick it back cos I'm rolling it solo
A why not what's to do?
A no-one really really knows
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me cos no-one is is as cool
Uh
I chat it back like you've
Bm
never been a thief
Licence to kill double-seven
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I'm I'm a killer
Killer killer
You want a killer? Never know me, ha.
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It's all that chat back an too
Bm
much to the liver an'
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Bm
I kick it back like a bitch slap right
A
to myself in the mirror
Kick it back thinner
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Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
Bm
A hardcore man think he can
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fight up the law
Bm
Shackled to the tenants
A
Now he never work no
more on the floor
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Dedication to why all
Bm
Now I see back to the further
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Bm
Now it comes back looser than ever
A
Some kids they think an' get
better
Think they're trend setters
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but they're never pacemakers
Verse 6
What am I? What am I?
A
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Bm
A-what am am I?
What am I?
A
What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I?
A
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Bm
I've said so much what am I what am I what
A
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am I makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore,
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Bm
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mo-o-ore ah-oh mo-o-o-ore ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh
A
Bm
ooooh ooooh ooooh what am I oh-ow-oh well well well I don't aww etc
A
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Wheee an a dumdumday
Verse 7
Bm
'S like a march in here
Uh uh uh uh
From the left to the right
A
D
Come on and stomp your feet
Verse 8
Bm
'S like a march in here
A
Come on and stomp your feet
D
A
Uh uh uh uh
Bm
'S like a march in here
A
D
A
Come on and stomp your feet
'S like a march in here
A
Come on and stomp your feet
Verse 9
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Some kids they're chilling on corners
Out of order I think they'd all be better
A
T' tie their laces, rat races,
hit the pages
Write yer own books & write yer
own spell checkers
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Bm
I'm on a better man chillin'
Assume to accumulate
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shake whaserdate
Drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor
and I feel much better
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Bm
Talk to me about violence
D
Bm
Never know me I sit further in si lence
A
An' when I drink it down I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
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I tick up the tester
Bm
Regulator
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I'm a true man, shootin',
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lootin' now I'm presuming
That everyone I know in here
Ah the dedication, my name ah J-T an' I
I
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Bm
Roll it down roll it down
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Bm
Who wants to get themselves up?
A
Who's goin'a her's?
I'll get it in louder
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Ha
Bm
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Your fingers
Bm
An' can you smell that it lingers?
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She's a fat bitch but I'd
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Bm
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still give her one
Bm
A
I'm a cheeky son
Where they from?
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Ha - you bet they're from London
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Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah
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ah
ah
ah
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ah
ah
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That's me finished
See you later
Ciao Bella
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