[Verse 1]
F
Mother talks to you like nothing
F
is better, Than you going out on a Tuesday
C
Well I’m not sure what to do, but
C
man I swear man I’m slavin’ far away, an’a
F
Why is it that always on the weekend,
F
no-one ever about to shout? Are people
C
working too hard, or drinking too hard?
C
The matter of fact I’m a-never quite sure.
F
A-blaze it down an’ pull yourself up
F
An’ pull yourself right to the hook, a-shook man
C
crooks, Never go nowhere with me
C
cos I’m all on my own, no pity, Spit like
F
guilty mans in the sermon, Groovin’
F
around of this place, like you never did learn ‘em
C
I shake myself down, I rattle myself
C
out, And put myself on the line to dry
F
And why is it New Years Eve is always
F
shit? Don’t ya know what I mean man, deal with it
C
It’s always just the way we’re rollin’
F
Your girl’s that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
F
I think once, twice or thrice, Never
F
makes no difference to me, A skinny little white runt
C
with the head lice, Never been better than
F
money, Never been art, at least started this city
F
I’ve always been around this town. Since the
F
first day I was born, An’ I’ve been
C
losin’ frequencies and losin’ sound
F C
And losin’ everything, and I squander it all an’
F
I’ve been hit up, I’ve been around
F
I’ve been in the dancehall since the first day in town
C
An’ I’ve still been beatin’, cheatin’,
F C
fallin’ to the floor when kids are kicking.
[Verse 2]
F
I’ve been a-bleedin’, I’ve been a-losin’
C
Well, are you man a-born for the choosin’
Dm
And if you ain’t better
Dm C
A la-la listen at the test, as I start man, impress ya
F
And if you ain’t losin’
C
Well, then you ain’t groovin’
Dm
I’ll still be down here, on a low-key
Dm C
Send your girl over and she’ll blatently chat to me
F
I’ve been over, I’ve been over
C
You’ve been down, an’ you been da-ha
Dm
-own. And now I’ve been up but I’m movin’
Dm C
All around the town, all around an’ around
F
I’ve been a-groovin’ I’ve been losin’
C
Been-a all alright choosin’
Dm
And now I’m back for the challenge
Dm C
Who wants a challenge? and I want ya more
[Verse 3]
F
Now I’m on my train
F
Life in the fast lane never gave me no game
C
An’ then the man says “wakey-wakey
C
it’s mornin’ time on Northern L-ine”
F
I’m all like bowlin’ straight up to
F
Camden, All the way from your Faringdon
C
I’m gonna make sure I’m bit tired
C
I now realise that inticing the right to
F
One stone’s throw an’ too much dough, And all my
F
mans are sniffin’ up too much blow
C
An’ I’ma thinkin’ “Oh I’d never”
C
I’ll sever it up, before I think about forever an’
F
I chat it back to the people I used to know
F
Kick it back cos I’m rollin’ it solo-o
C
A-why not, what’s to the beef? An’
C
no-one really knows me, so no-one is a chief, uh
F
I chat it back like you never been a thief, I’m a
F
thriller, Licence to ill, double-seven I’m a
C
killer, Killer, killer, Oh what you
C
killer? Never no me, ha. It’s all that
F
chat back, an’ too much of that never rack
F
I kick it back like a bitch-slap, right to my-
C
self, in the mirror, I kick-it back
C
thinner, Maybe my shirt don’t fit no
F
more. A hardcore man, think he can
F
fight up the law, A-shackled to the tenants
C
An’ now he never work no more, on the
C
flow. Dedication to Wario
F
And now I see back to the further
F
Now it comes back looser than ever
C
And some kids they think an’ get better
F C
They think they’re trend setters, but they’re never pacemakers
[Verse 4]
F
What am I? What am I?
C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Dm
A-what am I? What am I?
Dm C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
F
What am I? What am I?
C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Dm
I say it so much, what am I? what am I?
Dm C
what am I? what am I? makes no sense no
F
mo-o-o-ore,
C
woah, woah, woah, uh-oh
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm C
woah, woah, woah, what am I?
F
woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum
C
woah, woah, woah, What am I?
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm C
Wee-de-de-de-de-de-dum-a dum-dum-day
[Verse 5]
F
… … Uh, uh,
C
uh, uh, It’s like a march in here
Dm
Uh, uh, uh, ..
Dm C
From the left to the right, uh stomp your feet
F
Uh, uh, uh, uh
C
It’s like a march in here
Dm C
Uh-uh, uh-uh, A-people stomp your feet
F
… … … … uh,
C
woah, It’s like a march in here,
Dm
… … … …
Dm C
A-people stomp them feet
F
… woo, uh, yeah,
C
… … hahaha, woah
Dm
It’s like a march in here
Dm C
A-people stomp your feet
[Verse 6]
F
Some kids them chillin’ on corners
F
Out of order, I think them all be better
C
Tie your laces, rat races, hit the pages
C
Write yer own books, an’ write yer own spell-checker
F
I’m on a better man, chillin’ in my own room
F
Assume to accum-ulate to shake to sedate
C
Drink it down much quicker, A glug-glug-
C
glug on my liquor, an’ I feel much better
F
Talk to me about violence
F
Never no me, I sit further in silence
C
An’ when I drink it down, I drink it up
C
It fills my body an’ I feel fresher
F
I tick up the tester, regulator. I’m a
F
two-man, shootin’, lootin’, now I’m pre-
C
suming. That everyone a-knowin’ me. Ah,
C
the dedication, my name a J-T an’ I
F
Roll it down, roll it down
F
Who wants to hit yourselves up?
C
Who got the up-pers?
C
Ah, give ‘em ‘ere man, I’m done
F
Ha, … click your fingers
F
Uh, can you smell that, it lingers?
C
… … … She’s a
C
fat bitch, but I’d still give her
F
one
F
… … I’m a cheeky
C
son. … Where they from?
C
Haha. Yer from yer old London
F
… … … Hectic
F
Ahhhh da-da-da-da. That’s me
C
finished. See you later
C
Ciao Bella!
[Verse 1]
F
Mother talks to you like nothing
F
is better, Than you going out on a Tuesday
C
Well I’m not sure what to do, but
C
man I swear man I’m slavin’ far away, an’a
F
Why is it that always on the weekend,
F
no-one ever about to shout? Are people
C
working too hard, or drinking too hard?
C
The matter of fact I’m a-never quite sure.
F
A-blaze it down an’ pull yourself up
F
An’ pull yourself right to the hook, a-shook man
C
crooks, Never go nowhere with me
C
cos I’m all on my own, no pity, Spit like
F
guilty mans in the sermon, Groovin’
F
around of this place, like you never did learn ‘em
C
I shake myself down, I rattle myself
C
out, And put myself on the line to dry
F
And why is it New Years Eve is always
F
shit? Don’t ya know what I mean man, deal with it
C
It’s always just the way we’re rollin’
F
Your girl’s that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
F
I think once, twice or thrice, Never
F
makes no difference to me, A skinny little white runt
C
with the head lice, Never been better than
F
money, Never been art, at least started this city
F
I’ve always been around this town. Since the
F
first day I was born, An’ I’ve been
C
losin’ frequencies and losin’ sound
F C
And losin’ everything, and I squander it all an’
F
I’ve been hit up, I’ve been around
F
I’ve been in the dancehall since the first day in town
C
An’ I’ve still been beatin’, cheatin’,
F C
fallin’ to the floor when kids are kicking.
[Verse 2]
F
I’ve been a-bleedin’, I’ve been a-losin’
C
Well, are you man a-born for the choosin’
Dm
And if you ain’t better
Dm C
A la-la listen at the test, as I start man, impress ya
F
And if you ain’t losin’
C
Well, then you ain’t groovin’
Dm
I’ll still be down here, on a low-key
Dm C
Send your girl over and she’ll blatently chat to me
F
I’ve been over, I’ve been over
C
You’ve been down, an’ you been da-ha
Dm
-own. And now I’ve been up but I’m movin’
Dm C
All around the town, all around an’ around
F
I’ve been a-groovin’ I’ve been losin’
C
Been-a all alright choosin’
Dm
And now I’m back for the challenge
Dm C
Who wants a challenge? and I want ya more
[Verse 3]
F
Now I’m on my train
F
Life in the fast lane never gave me no game
C
An’ then the man says “wakey-wakey
C
it’s mornin’ time on Northern L-ine”
F
I’m all like bowlin’ straight up to
F
Camden, All the way from your Faringdon
C
I’m gonna make sure I’m bit tired
C
I now realise that inticing the right to
F
One stone’s throw an’ too much dough, And all my
F
mans are sniffin’ up too much blow
C
An’ I’ma thinkin’ “Oh I’d never”
C
I’ll sever it up, before I think about forever an’
F
I chat it back to the people I used to know
F
Kick it back cos I’m rollin’ it solo-o
C
A-why not, what’s to the beef? An’
C
no-one really knows me, so no-one is a chief, uh
F
I chat it back like you never been a thief, I’m a
F
thriller, Licence to ill, double-seven I’m a
C
killer, Killer, killer, Oh what you
C
killer? Never no me, ha. It’s all that
F
chat back, an’ too much of that never rack
F
I kick it back like a bitch-slap, right to my-
C
self, in the mirror, I kick-it back
C
thinner, Maybe my shirt don’t fit no
F
more. A hardcore man, think he can
F
fight up the law, A-shackled to the tenants
C
An’ now he never work no more, on the
C
flow. Dedication to Wario
F
And now I see back to the further
F
Now it comes back looser than ever
C
And some kids they think an’ get better
F C
They think they’re trend setters, but they’re never pacemakers
[Verse 4]
F
What am I? What am I?
C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Dm
A-what am I? What am I?
Dm C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
F
What am I? What am I?
C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Dm
I say it so much, what am I? what am I?
Dm C
what am I? what am I? makes no sense no
F
mo-o-o-ore,
C
woah, woah, woah, uh-oh
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm C
woah, woah, woah, what am I?
F
woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum
C
woah, woah, woah, What am I?
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm C
Wee-de-de-de-de-de-dum-a dum-dum-day
[Verse 5]
F
… … Uh, uh,
C
uh, uh, It’s like a march in here
Dm
Uh, uh, uh, ..
Dm C
From the left to the right, uh stomp your feet
F
Uh, uh, uh, uh
C
It’s like a march in here
Dm C
Uh-uh, uh-uh, A-people stomp your feet
F
… … … … uh,
C
woah, It’s like a march in here,
Dm
… … … …
Dm C
A-people stomp them feet
F
… woo, uh, yeah,
C
… … hahaha, woah
Dm
It’s like a march in here
Dm C
A-people stomp your feet
[Verse 6]
F
Some kids them chillin’ on corners
F
Out of order, I think them all be better
C
Tie your laces, rat races, hit the pages
C
Write yer own books, an’ write yer own spell-checker
F
I’m on a better man, chillin’ in my own room
F
Assume to accum-ulate to shake to sedate
C
Drink it down much quicker, A glug-glug-
C
glug on my liquor, an’ I feel much better
F
Talk to me about violence
F
Never no me, I sit further in silence
C
An’ when I drink it down, I drink it up
C
It fills my body an’ I feel fresher
F
I tick up the tester, regulator. I’m a
F
two-man, shootin’, lootin’, now I’m pre-
C
suming. That everyone a-knowin’ me. Ah,
C
the dedication, my name a J-T an’ I
F
Roll it down, roll it down
F
Who wants to hit yourselves up?
C
Who got the up-pers?
C
Ah, give ‘em ‘ere man, I’m done
F
Ha, … click your fingers
F
Uh, can you smell that, it lingers?
C
… … … She’s a
C
fat bitch, but I’d still give her
F
one
F
… … I’m a cheeky
C
son. … Where they from?
C
Haha. Yer from yer old London
F
… … … Hectic
F
Ahhhh da-da-da-da. That’s me
C
finished. See you later
C
Ciao Bella!
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