Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Sometimes I look down,
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.
E
But there's only so many hours
in the day
and I use them to make beats.
Am
Oi. In the studio,
Bb
immersed in, rehearsing
E
My technique, I live loops,
sleep snares and breathe beats
Am
Then, sieve through, keep the best there,
and only leave to eat
E
Shut the door,
pen and re -record the vocal just once more
Am
And now you know why these walls
Bb
are the only walls I ever saw
E
Call me the quick -draw McGraw Show,
but on Logic Audio
Am
Oi, kinda like a street score
Though, not the genuine article
Em
More facts packed in
a soundtrack to the acting
Am
In a film, and I'm the lead
Believe me in the tragedy scene,
Em
a tear ran down my cheek,
so cue the fairy tale finale
D
Listen to the dialogue, but not too deep,
Em
soak up the feeling,
but don't quote me please
Incidentally,
Am
D
don't worry about continuity,
Am
the person we hired to do
Em
that was relieved of their duties
D
Also, in the first scene,
my jeans are green,
but then they change
Am
mysteriously to cream
Em
Again, bad continuity,
Am
but I still mean what I mean
I wear Nike a lot, my hoodie's a tight shot
E
But does my life sound as interesting
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
Am
I gave up the fight for an easy life
a long time ago
E
When the last bird donned me,
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,
Am
not sky and green trees
I still hold the same hundred
feet high dreams
E
But a lot of things scare me,
though I think I read somewhere recently
Am
that fear is a useless feeling
Because I can't run to
E
where I'm heading
without running from where I was
It's all because
Am
Where I'm from is not the issue
This is my imagination
E
I don't sing the blues or feel fever
Am
Which by definition ain't
spoken truth either
Bb
It floats around places
E
I've never even been to
So, don't lean toward the door at four
Am
Just as the dance floor gets raw
Em
Some of the things this tour makes out
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
Em
To worry about the day -to -day
out in the dosh pit
Oi, oi, flip the 12 -inch
D
This is the original mix
Em
Called, maybe my sarcastic brick
twist dunting will be my downfall
C
Am
Wait, suddenly I'm defined
D
by my lyrical
Am
So I apologise for being
Em
so self -obsessed
on these tuners
D
Let's get back to the story
Soon as, the streets, the score
Am
Em
Tell me what you think it is
Am
Cos I don't know anymore
E
Am
Bb
E
Am
Bb
E
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Am
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