Fools Gold: accordi di
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Tonalità: Db major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Slinguistics,
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Charlie P.
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I'm charged up now,
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feeling like I am electric
Lost my mind,
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someone please find out where I left it
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A mental full of festivals
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whenever I attend it
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Likely I'm the one to throw your
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missus in a septic
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I'm only joking,
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I'm not seriously serious
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It's seriously likely
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that we've got a lot of beer in us
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Mixing up with spirits,
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and everything you fear to touch
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Some doubt looking down,
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but these are not my tears, it's just
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Effects of the lifestyle,
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so take a deep breath
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Prepare yourself, pick a fight style
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See this industry's a battlefield,
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if you're gonna survive it
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Watch your step,
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and bring yourself a tool
to clear the minds with
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Turn the music up loud now,
you can call me foul mouth
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True, but that's not all I'm about,
how?
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Words are my weapon,
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but if I get a chance
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I'll be greeting every One
Direction member
with a roundhouse
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Because I spit the realness
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so everybody feels this
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I'm Charlie Sheen winning,
I can keep your head
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spinning like a drill bit
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I'm still sick and still pissed
from the night before
When I talk about my snap back
it's not my spinal cord
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I wrote a lot of bars
and now I'm finding more
A tight spit, a mind sicker
than vagina warts
About to see me shine brighter
than the lightest torch
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With Charlie P the producer
behind the driving force
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Who'd thought I'd ever keep
the wrapping up
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Got bullied for my first boss
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an d told that I was wack as fuck
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But since then,
I suppose I kinda travelled up
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So everything they said to me,
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it really doesn't matter
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I can cover up a beat,
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if it's looking like a blank canvas
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Mans without manners,
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stepping on my vans canvas
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Their plans damaged,
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they need to stand back
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Cause, I apologise,
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I'm just stepping up my damn standard
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Now tune your ears and then listen up
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It's a given but,
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these critics must be out their friggin nut
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The rhythm I get into when I write
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is sick as fuck
Demonstrating elevation
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of the brain
I'm lifting up
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Until I'm sky high,
I spit the real, they spit sci -fi
I see him try
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but there's no other mind like mine
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I'll have you caught up in a drive -by
but not the normal type
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Mine'll consist of mouldy eggs to fly by
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