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He plays Bb this way
Bb
DI'm not a rapper; I'm a singer with a flow I've got a habit of spitting quicker lyrics you know
You found me ripping Bbthe writtens out of the pages they sit in
and IC never want to get bittenbecause plagiarism is hidden
Watch howD I sit on the rhythm, prisoner with a vision Signs of LA, but didn't listen to any criticism
BbThought you knew but you didn't so perk your ears up and listen
CStudio with a system and you could say that I'm driven
DAnd now it's on to the next saga we drink the best lager, I never tried to win you over
like your stepfather
BbI do my own thing now, and get respect after
CAnd I'm avoiding cocaine like it was Get Carter
DFor four years I never had a place to stay but it's safe to say that it kept me grounded
like a paperweight
BbAt 16 years old I moved out of my home
CI was Macy Gray I tried to say goodbye and I choked
DAnd we've been sleeping at the subway station, sleeping with a movie star and adding to the population
BbNot my imagination, I don't want to relax
CBut would it hurt your reputation,if I put it on wax? So take it back now...
DCome on and take it back nBbow
CCome on and take it back now
DDont you fade into the back now Bb C
DTake it back with the rhythm and blues and my back pack I'll be singing the news,
trying to act like Jack Black (???)
BbI'll make a beat with my feet by just singing a loop,
Cbringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes,
Dand keeping the truth through the vocal booth, stars burst out on the scene like an opal fruit,
Bbthey try and take aim like beckham when he goes to shoot,
Cbut then again that's what they're supposed to do,
and DI'm supposed to be calm,I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm, whispering everything
that happens is from now on,
BbI'll be willing to start again at the end of the song,
Cstill they think I handled it wrong,
Dbut then I never had an enemy, except for NME, but I'll be selling twice as many copies
as the magazines will ever be,
Bband got me spectacles ahead of me and festival fees,
Cto help me with a Dalmatian, no pedigree
Dsinging for the masses, rubber dinghy rapids,keep this rapping a habit and keep on
passioning magic,
BbI'm battling for the respect,
CI don't know if I'll have it, this songs from the heart, grabbing the plaque I'll take it back now
DCome on and take it back nBbow
CCome on and take it back now
DDont you fade into the back Bb C
Same chord progression continues
Take it back now
I don't ever want to be perfect,
Cause I'm a singer that you
never want to see shirtless
I accept the fact that someone has to win the worst-dressed,
Taking my first steps into the scene,
giving me focus
Putting on a brave face, like Timothy Dalton
Considering a name change,
thinking it was hopeless
Rhyming over recordings
Avoiding tradition
Cause every day some lyrics
and a melody can be written
Now absence can make your heart ache
But drinking absinthe can change your mind-state, vividly,
I need to let my liver be
And I say it again,
Living life on the edge,
with a closed hand full of friends
Is good advice from a man
who took his life on the road with me
And I hope to see him blowing up globally
Cause that's how it's supposed to be
screaming out vocally
Might seem totally impossible
achieving life's dreams
But, but I just write schemes
I'm never having a stylist, giving me tight jeans
Madison Square Garden is where I might be
But more likely,
You'll find me in the back
room of a dive bar with my mates
Having a pint with McDaid
Discussing records we made
And every single second knowing
that we'll never betray
The way we were raised
Remembering our background
Sat down
That's how we put it out;
it's time to take it back now
DCome on and take it back nBbow
CCome on and take it back now
DDont you fade into the back now Bb C
DCome on and take it back nBbow
CCome on and take it back now
DDont you fade into the back now Bb C
My dreams keep me awake at night
Written in rhymes, and lies, deliver the hype
Am I just living the lie
With this you must know that the number's just sold woah
Will keep me going through the tough times, dream with me
We forget 90 per cent of it when we wake
But the other 10 per cent it never fades
Dreaming dreams, day to day goals
Stay awake loads, try to make the cut like the
Paper or razor blade, never give up
And just remember just to hold out more
A couple years ago
I couldn't just control that thought
You'd find me buskin' on the street
When it was cold outdoors
And now I'm sweating on the stage
With the sold out tours
Writing love songs for the sake of it
Never to make a hit
You can't fake talent and work ethic just to make it quick
I'm not a rapper I'm a singer, I just take the piss and
Most of these other guys are guys that pose
His little sister has to babysit, that's just a way it is
Dreams you own, just set your goals
And have the utmost faith in it; tread your own path
You'll never make it as a follower, you'll never know
Where you will go or where you will be tomorrow
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