James Arthur - Long Live The King Chords
[Em]I’m getting tired of your disrespect. [C]When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best. [G]Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest, [B]I’ve got a license to right; you haven’t passed your test. [Em]Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re fucking chronic. [C]Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic. [G]Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder. [B]I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder. [Em]You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself, [C]Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf [G]Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes, [B]Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.
[C]I’ve been holding my tongue for a long while, [D]Sat back, watch you parade my style. [Em]Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, might as well kill him or [C]pretend. To the crown, turn around, sit [D]down; I’m the king, Long live the [Em]king, long live the [C]king. Long live the [G]king, long live the [B]king.
[Em]Anything you can do, I can do better. [C]Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter. [G]Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously, [B]What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me? [Em]You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy. [C]Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy [G]Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down. [B]Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown. [Em]You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon. [C]Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune. [G]All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account. [B]And when it comes to your abilities, small amount. [Em]When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule. [C]You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school! [G]You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from [B]you, why don’t you get it right?
[C]I’ve been holding my tongue for a long while, [D]Sat back, watch you parade my style. [Em]Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, might as well kill him or [C]pretend. To the crown, turn around, sit [D]down; I’m the king, Long live the [Em]king, long live the [C]king. Long live the [G]king, long live the [B]king. Long live the [Em]king, long live the [C]king. Long live the [G]king, long live the [B]king.
[C]I’ve been holding my tongue for a long while, [D]Sat back, watch you parade my style. [Em]Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, [C]Might as well kill him or pretend. To the crown, turn around, sit [D]down; I’m the king,
Long live the [Em]king, long live the [C]king. Long live the [G]king, long live the [B]king.