Armour chords by The LaFontaines

  • F#

    2
  • E

  • D

  • Bm

    2
  • A

  • B5

    2
Verse 1
F#
Well it's alright to let you be my
E
F#
armour now and then
E
Keep me close; keep me from
F#
E
F#
having to pretend
E
D
Well it's alright to let you be my
armour now and then
Bm
Verse 2
F#
Two crates of red stripe getting
E
wavy on the come up
F#
Way before the underground
Bm
raves through the
summer back when we were fitting
six people in the saxo
A
Rolling the worst joints with some
Verse 3
council and tobacco
F#
Coming from the shire I'm bring
Bm
ing some bad news
F#
Excuse my bad manners,
Bm
attire and tattoos
Mass appeal but they told
us it wouldn't last
A
On my 8th fucking summer best
believe it's still class
Verse 4
F#
And I'll just have some fun
E
with it, if given a chance
F#
They try cut my legs off,
E
when I position a stance
Bm
On the road again hungry,
E
I just follow my nose
Bm
A
And I ain't been to sleep once,
steady switching my clothes
Verse 5
F#
I try and level up they tell me,
Bm
standing on my toes
E
F#
Never had a helping hand,
E
no labels scouting the shows
Bm
That's why I never branch out like the
neighbourly type
A
And we just keep it Independent
or whatever we like
Verse 6
F#
Well it's alright to let you be my
E
F#
E
armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from
F#
E
F#
having to pretend
E
D
Well it's alright to let you be my
armour now and then
Bm
Verse 7
F#
E
Control over the district, everybody a victim
F#
E
Mob mentality, poison to the system
F#
Running wild through tower
E
blocks and high rise
F#
Ducking under street
E
lights and dark skies
Verse 8
F#
Bm
It's foretold, fall from grace gracefully
F#
Run ning the same race,
Bm
E
but they just couldn't keep pace with me
Bm
No stamina,
another flash in the pan
A
Wannabe icons,
turned into working man
Verse 9
F#
So it's lost dreamers,
E
who bowed out with no merit
F#
When life hits hard like a right
Bm
hook they forget it
But you should be reminded that
there's no god on these streets
A
And as far as music goes,
I'm a god on these beats
Verse 10
F#
Bm
Bow down you call it higher learning
F#
I'm clever with my money so I
Bm
call it higher earning
Forgive me if I'm sinning
but I will never repent
A
If they tell me time is money,
then that's all that I've spent
Verse 11
F#
And if every day is a lesson,
Bm
then the meaning is close
F#
I fear spirits in a bottle,
Bm
don't believe in no ghost
B5
Bm
I've been lead down every tun
nel with no sign of the light
A
So I just keep it independent,
on whatever I like.
Verse 12
F#
Well it's alright to let you be my
E
F#
E
armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from
F#
E
F#
having to pretend
E
D
Well it's alright to let you be my
Bm
armour now and then
Verse 13
F#
E
Control over the district, everybody a victim
F#
E
Mob mentality, poison to the system
F#
Running wild through
E
tower blocks and high rise
F#
Ducking under street
E
lights and dark skies
Verse 14
F#
Royal chambers,
A
large crowds of villains
F#
Hollywood smiles,
A
gold girls and fillings
F#
Men with weak chains,
A
wolves in sheepskin
F#
D
And everybody happy in the
age of spin
Verse 15
F#
And we don't wake up, wake up,
E
no blemish to the make up
F#
Everybody shook,
E
but nobody want a shake up
F#
E
With no apology it's war
up in in wastelands
F#
By a fat cars stomach,
A
overflowing waistbands
Verse 16
F#
A
So conflicted, everybody divide
F#
A
Either match on or get swept under the tide
F#
A
If I bare witness do i have the fitness
D
A
Can I really kick this - welcome to the circus
N/A
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