Key: A minor•
Verse 1
sometimes I look up.
Sometimes I look down,
sometimes I look up.
Oi, that's it.
Oi, oi. I'm a fake.
I don't live the streets.
in the day
and I use them to make beats.
sleep snares and breathe beats
Am
Then, sieve through, keep the best there,
and only leave to eat
pen and re -record the vocal just once more
but on Logic Audio
Though, not the genuine article
a soundtrack to the acting
Believe me in the tragedy scene,
so cue the fairy tale finale
but don't quote me please
Incidentally,
Am
D
don't worry about continuity,
my jeans are green,
but then they change
I wear Nike a lot, my hoodie's a tight shot
as a fight in a chip shop?
Am
I think not, the hype's not to be believed
Bb
E
I ain't the archetypal street geez,
but I am right on being a beat junkie
a long time ago
by me get one studio free
I use words for effect to illustrate passion
The themes ring fact
and specifics are usually fiction
Oi, oi, I probably couldn't tell you
half what has it come to this means
I was simply setting a scene of concrete,
I still hold the same hundred
feet high dreams
though I think I read somewhere recently
Because I can't run to
without running from where I was
It's all because
This is my imagination
spoken truth either
So, don't lean toward the door at four
I done been or did
Am
Wasn't me, I weren't the one, I only seen it
I was always too zoned out
on drum machine shit
out in the dosh pit
Oi, oi, flip the 12 -inch
twist dunting will be my downfall
C
Am
Wait, suddenly I'm defined
on these tuners
Soon as, the streets, the score
Am
Em
Tell me what you think it is
E
Am
Bb
E
Am
Bb
E
You
Am
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm E Bb Em D...
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