Chord Alicia Quays by Jamie T

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!