Big For Your Boots Chords by Stormzy
Tempo:
93.4 bpm
Chords used:
E
G
C
Bm
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A#]
[E] [A#] [E]
You're getting way too big for your [B] boots [G] You're never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on [G] my feet Your face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to you Man, I know [G] that I can't come to you
Them boys there try to suck the [F#] truth How dare you try to suck the truth
[Em] You're getting way too big for [G] your boots You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to [Bm] you Man, I know that I can't come to you
[Em] Them boys there try to suck the truth [G] How dare you try to suck the truth
When I'm coming [E] round here like a bad boy do it
Run all the [Bm] talk and go on and do it Running through the party bottle of Bacardi
Bowls in my ear saying spoon don't do it
Devil on my shoulder I [Gm] don't lack Hitting with a crowbar I don't scrap
Ooh and [G] I'm sober I'm so gassy
Ride but there's [E] no car and no mash
Now, stand [F#] down If you never had [B] a Mac 10 or a PayPal
You were never back then, you ain't back now Never had a Mac then, little nigga back down
Wait, sold Bearcats, sold Bearclothes Said [Gm] fuck that, I can't wear those
[C] I don't like them, they're not my ting They went silent, [E] they're all weirdos
Like yeah, spoons unclear [Bm] Never had a scum crawler, I'm unclear
Man, never call me, you see my done there Fuck trees, tell him don't do it, don't dare
[E] Don't care who you know from my [G] block You're not Al Capone, you get bucks
They can take my car and [A] my creps I'll still do the [B] road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me?
You, him Weed and a [G] cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, mood smart I've been killing it, new king
[E] Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff You're a brick by yourself, [Cm] go and group up
And when crep went states for the BDs I was covering [E] crep like a boot cut
If mad, it's a family ting, straight [D] family ting
Dumb man, I brought no salary [E] ting Had a penchant, he'd aim me
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
[B] Hashtag Murphy Academy ting [G] Coming like art in a gallery [G#] ting
Dumb boy there, wanna chat about bars Wanna chat about [E] crowd, but, but, but
Don't get way too big for [Bm] your boots [C] You're never too big for the [E] boot
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] feet ain't big for my boots
[E] Stranger, for you Man, all that I can come for you
Dumb boy [C] there, try to suck the truth [G] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, [C#] I'm too hot Drug money in my shoe box
I'm the man of the house where my show sold out Had a brother from the boondocks
[F#m] Swine in my boon box [G] Still, still meat from the shoe [C] box
Man, I'm going sick on my tune box [E] Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What?
[G] Pronounce it right, you prick I got all my G, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, but I'm down to pack your chick Matt Stressor, I'm down to laugh and flip
Wait, [C#] wait, I'm down to rap and flip [G] Lil G's gonna ride around to this
Man, I got no time to write a [E] diss I never left my 9 to pack for this
Wait, man, chill [F#] I don't [G] care what Ray-Ban's in
I came here [E] to relax, but it forgets man Make a young boy [Bm] tape, man, it's tings
Try to sell me, I'm way too big to [F#] rebel Nah, [G] man, you're never too big to rebel
[C] I was in the O2 singing my lungs out [B] Boy, you're never too big for a delt
Leave [Em] my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Salute to my sister as well
But I keep trophies down at my [G#] mum's bit Man, I'm [Bm] getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs [G#m] on the sideline But I still got a couple bangs in the [C] pipeline
Man, I got grown men at me, bullshit You're getting way too old [E] for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a [Bm] diss [G] Should've looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home [G#] to your sons [G] It's never too late to [E] commit
It's like man love put my name in a bar Random [G] slag, get a plane to Qatar
[C] Next year I'll learn how to take care of business Next year I'll learn how to [E] play the guitar
You're getting way too big [F#] for your moods You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your face ain't big for my boots
Slang trap, kick up to [F#m] you [E] Man, know that I can't come to you
Them boys [G] there try to suck the truth [F#] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, you're [E] getting way too big for your boots You're [Bm] never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on my [F#] feet [Bm] Your face ain't big for my boots
[E] Slang trap, kick [D#m] up to you Man, know [Am] that I can't come to you
Them [Gm] boys there try to suck the truth How [E] dare you to suck the truth
[B] [E] [C#m]
[E]
[G] You're never too big for the mood
[E] [A#] [E]
You're getting way too big for your [B] boots [G] You're never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on [G] my feet Your face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to you Man, I know [G] that I can't come to you
Them boys there try to suck the [F#] truth How dare you try to suck the truth
[Em] You're getting way too big for [G] your boots You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to [Bm] you Man, I know that I can't come to you
[Em] Them boys there try to suck the truth [G] How dare you try to suck the truth
When I'm coming [E] round here like a bad boy do it
Run all the [Bm] talk and go on and do it Running through the party bottle of Bacardi
Bowls in my ear saying spoon don't do it
Devil on my shoulder I [Gm] don't lack Hitting with a crowbar I don't scrap
Ooh and [G] I'm sober I'm so gassy
Ride but there's [E] no car and no mash
Now, stand [F#] down If you never had [B] a Mac 10 or a PayPal
You were never back then, you ain't back now Never had a Mac then, little nigga back down
Wait, sold Bearcats, sold Bearclothes Said [Gm] fuck that, I can't wear those
[C] I don't like them, they're not my ting They went silent, [E] they're all weirdos
Like yeah, spoons unclear [Bm] Never had a scum crawler, I'm unclear
Man, never call me, you see my done there Fuck trees, tell him don't do it, don't dare
[E] Don't care who you know from my [G] block You're not Al Capone, you get bucks
They can take my car and [A] my creps I'll still do the [B] road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me?
You, him Weed and a [G] cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, mood smart I've been killing it, new king
[E] Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff You're a brick by yourself, [Cm] go and group up
And when crep went states for the BDs I was covering [E] crep like a boot cut
If mad, it's a family ting, straight [D] family ting
Dumb man, I brought no salary [E] ting Had a penchant, he'd aim me
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
[B] Hashtag Murphy Academy ting [G] Coming like art in a gallery [G#] ting
Dumb boy there, wanna chat about bars Wanna chat about [E] crowd, but, but, but
Don't get way too big for [Bm] your boots [C] You're never too big for the [E] boot
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] feet ain't big for my boots
[E] Stranger, for you Man, all that I can come for you
Dumb boy [C] there, try to suck the truth [G] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, [C#] I'm too hot Drug money in my shoe box
I'm the man of the house where my show sold out Had a brother from the boondocks
[F#m] Swine in my boon box [G] Still, still meat from the shoe [C] box
Man, I'm going sick on my tune box [E] Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What?
[G] Pronounce it right, you prick I got all my G, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, but I'm down to pack your chick Matt Stressor, I'm down to laugh and flip
Wait, [C#] wait, I'm down to rap and flip [G] Lil G's gonna ride around to this
Man, I got no time to write a [E] diss I never left my 9 to pack for this
Wait, man, chill [F#] I don't [G] care what Ray-Ban's in
I came here [E] to relax, but it forgets man Make a young boy [Bm] tape, man, it's tings
Try to sell me, I'm way too big to [F#] rebel Nah, [G] man, you're never too big to rebel
[C] I was in the O2 singing my lungs out [B] Boy, you're never too big for a delt
Leave [Em] my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Salute to my sister as well
But I keep trophies down at my [G#] mum's bit Man, I'm [Bm] getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs [G#m] on the sideline But I still got a couple bangs in the [C] pipeline
Man, I got grown men at me, bullshit You're getting way too old [E] for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a [Bm] diss [G] Should've looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home [G#] to your sons [G] It's never too late to [E] commit
It's like man love put my name in a bar Random [G] slag, get a plane to Qatar
[C] Next year I'll learn how to take care of business Next year I'll learn how to [E] play the guitar
You're getting way too big [F#] for your moods You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your face ain't big for my boots
Slang trap, kick up to [F#m] you [E] Man, know that I can't come to you
Them boys [G] there try to suck the truth [F#] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, you're [E] getting way too big for your boots You're [Bm] never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on my [F#] feet [Bm] Your face ain't big for my boots
[E] Slang trap, kick [D#m] up to you Man, know [Am] that I can't come to you
Them [Gm] boys there try to suck the truth How [E] dare you to suck the truth
[B] [E] [C#m]
[E]
[G] You're never too big for the mood
Key:
E
G
C
Bm
F#
E
G
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
You're getting way too big for your [B] boots [G] You're never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on [G] my feet Your face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to you Man, I know [G] that I can't come to you
Them boys there try to suck the [F#] truth How dare you try to suck the truth
[Em] You're getting way too big for [G] your boots You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to [Bm] you Man, I know that I can't come to you
[Em] Them boys there try to suck the truth [G] How dare you try to suck the truth
When I'm coming [E] round here like a bad boy do it
Run all the [Bm] talk and go on and do it Running through the party bottle of Bacardi
Bowls in my ear saying spoon don't do it
Devil on my shoulder I [Gm] don't lack Hitting with a crowbar I don't scrap
Ooh and [G] I'm sober I'm so gassy
Ride but there's [E] no car and no mash
Now, stand [F#] down If you never had [B] a Mac 10 or a PayPal
You were never back then, you ain't back now Never had a Mac then, little nigga back down
Wait, sold Bearcats, sold Bearclothes Said [Gm] fuck that, I can't wear those
[C] I don't like them, they're not my ting They went silent, [E] they're all weirdos
Like yeah, spoons unclear [Bm] Never had a scum crawler, I'm unclear
Man, never call me, you see my done there Fuck trees, tell him don't do it, don't dare
[E] Don't care who you know from my [G] block You're not Al Capone, you get bucks
They can take my car and [A] my creps I'll still do the [B] road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me?
You, him Weed and a [G] cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, mood smart I've been killing it, new king
[E] Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff You're a brick by yourself, [Cm] go and group up
And when crep went states for the BDs I was covering [E] crep like a boot cut
If mad, it's a family ting, straight [D] family ting
Dumb man, I brought no salary [E] ting Had a penchant, he'd aim me
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
[B] Hashtag Murphy Academy ting [G] Coming like art in a gallery [G#] ting
Dumb boy there, wanna chat about bars Wanna chat about [E] crowd, but, but, but
Don't get way too big for [Bm] your boots [C] You're never too big for the [E] boot
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] feet ain't big for my boots
[E] Stranger, for you Man, all that I can come for you
Dumb boy [C] there, try to suck the truth [G] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, [C#] _ I'm too hot Drug money in my shoe box
I'm the man of the house where my show sold out Had a brother from the boondocks
[F#m] Swine in my boon box [G] Still, still meat from the shoe [C] box
Man, I'm going sick on my tune box [E] Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What?
[G] Pronounce it right, you prick I got all my G, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, but I'm down to pack your chick Matt Stressor, I'm down to laugh and flip
Wait, [C#] wait, I'm down to rap and flip [G] Lil G's gonna ride around to this
Man, I got no time to write a [E] diss I never left my 9 to pack for this
Wait, man, chill [F#] I don't [G] care what Ray-Ban's in
I came here [E] to relax, but it forgets man Make a young boy [Bm] tape, man, it's tings
Try to sell me, I'm way too big to [F#] rebel Nah, [G] man, you're never too big to rebel
[C] I was in the O2 singing my lungs out [B] Boy, you're never too big for a delt
Leave [Em] my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Salute to my sister as well
But I keep trophies down at my [G#] mum's bit Man, I'm [Bm] getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs [G#m] on the sideline But I still got a couple bangs in the [C] pipeline
Man, I got grown men at me, bullshit You're getting way too old [E] for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a [Bm] diss [G] Should've looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home [G#] to your sons [G] It's never too late to [E] commit
It's like man love put my name in a bar Random [G] slag, get a plane to Qatar
[C] Next year I'll learn how to take care of business Next year I'll learn how to [E] play the guitar
You're getting way too big [F#] for your moods You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your face ain't big for my boots
Slang trap, kick up to [F#m] you [E] Man, know that I can't come to you
Them boys [G] there try to suck the truth [F#] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, you're [E] getting way too big for your boots You're [Bm] never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on my [F#] feet [Bm] Your face ain't big for my boots
[E] Slang trap, kick [D#m] up to you Man, know [Am] that I can't come to you
Them [Gm] boys there try to suck the truth How [E] dare you to suck the truth
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ You're never too big for the mood _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
You're getting way too big for your [B] boots [G] You're never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on [G] my feet Your face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to you Man, I know [G] that I can't come to you
Them boys there try to suck the [F#] truth How dare you try to suck the truth
[Em] You're getting way too big for [G] your boots You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] face ain't big for my [E] boots
I can't come to [Bm] you Man, I know that I can't come to you
[Em] Them boys there try to suck the truth [G] How dare you try to suck the truth
When I'm coming [E] round here like a bad boy do it
Run all the [Bm] talk and go on and do it Running through the party bottle of Bacardi
Bowls in my ear saying spoon don't do it
Devil on my shoulder I [Gm] don't lack Hitting with a crowbar I don't scrap
Ooh and [G] I'm sober I'm so gassy
Ride but there's [E] no car and no mash
Now, stand [F#] down If you never had [B] a Mac 10 or a PayPal
You were never back then, you ain't back now Never had a Mac then, little nigga back down
Wait, sold Bearcats, sold Bearclothes Said [Gm] fuck that, I can't wear those
[C] I don't like them, they're not my ting They went silent, [E] they're all weirdos
Like yeah, spoons unclear [Bm] Never had a scum crawler, I'm unclear
Man, never call me, you see my done there Fuck trees, tell him don't do it, don't dare
[E] Don't care who you know from my [G] block You're not Al Capone, you get bucks
They can take my car and [A] my creps I'll still do the [B] road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me?
You, him Weed and a [G] cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, mood smart I've been killing it, new king
[E] Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff You're a brick by yourself, [Cm] go and group up
And when crep went states for the BDs I was covering [E] crep like a boot cut
If mad, it's a family ting, straight [D] family ting
Dumb man, I brought no salary [E] ting Had a penchant, he'd aim me
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
[B] Hashtag Murphy Academy ting [G] Coming like art in a gallery [G#] ting
Dumb boy there, wanna chat about bars Wanna chat about [E] crowd, but, but, but
Don't get way too big for [Bm] your boots [C] You're never too big for the [E] boot
I got the big size toes on my feet Your [C] feet ain't big for my boots
[E] Stranger, for you Man, all that I can come for you
Dumb boy [C] there, try to suck the truth [G] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, [C#] _ I'm too hot Drug money in my shoe box
I'm the man of the house where my show sold out Had a brother from the boondocks
[F#m] Swine in my boon box [G] Still, still meat from the shoe [C] box
Man, I'm going sick on my tune box [E] Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot
What?
[G] Pronounce it right, you prick I got all my G, I'm down to die for this
I don't care, but I'm down to pack your chick Matt Stressor, I'm down to laugh and flip
Wait, [C#] wait, I'm down to rap and flip [G] Lil G's gonna ride around to this
Man, I got no time to write a [E] diss I never left my 9 to pack for this
Wait, man, chill [F#] I don't [G] care what Ray-Ban's in
I came here [E] to relax, but it forgets man Make a young boy [Bm] tape, man, it's tings
Try to sell me, I'm way too big to [F#] rebel Nah, [G] man, you're never too big to rebel
[C] I was in the O2 singing my lungs out [B] Boy, you're never too big for a delt
Leave [Em] my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Salute to my sister as well
But I keep trophies down at my [G#] mum's bit Man, I'm [Bm] getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs [G#m] on the sideline But I still got a couple bangs in the [C] pipeline
Man, I got grown men at me, bullshit You're getting way too old [E] for the timeline
You're getting way too old for a [Bm] diss [G] Should've looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home [G#] to your sons [G] It's never too late to [E] commit
It's like man love put my name in a bar Random [G] slag, get a plane to Qatar
[C] Next year I'll learn how to take care of business Next year I'll learn how to [E] play the guitar
You're getting way too big [F#] for your moods You're never too big for the [E] mood
I got the big size toes on my feet Your face ain't big for my boots
Slang trap, kick up to [F#m] you [E] Man, know that I can't come to you
Them boys [G] there try to suck the truth [F#] How dare you to suck the truth
Look, you're [E] getting way too big for your boots You're [Bm] never too big for the mood
[E] I got the big size toes on my [F#] feet [Bm] Your face ain't big for my boots
[E] Slang trap, kick [D#m] up to you Man, know [Am] that I can't come to you
Them [Gm] boys there try to suck the truth How [E] dare you to suck the truth
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ You're never too big for the mood _ _ _