King Chords by The Lafontaines

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Yo, are you fucked with popularity?
Speaking with cold clarity, the only thing that matters is peace [Db] and [Eb] solidarity.
I've been on a quest to define my personality.
Preyed on where I'm from but I hold no nationality.
Drifting in and out of this thing they claim is normality.
Swirling out and point to the fake [Db] in which [Ab] reality.
A beautiful mind, I paint my own [D] galady.
Working just to challenge me, pay my own [Eb] salary.
Never on the bandwagon, I speak the flatter.
Surround myself with people I trust [Db] that won't [Eb] scatter.
With no fear, black, white, brown, irrelevant.
As long as you like a laugh and your chat's semi-intelligent.
Old jokes are sad, we proceed with the fresher tone.
Never been a dandy but I [Db] welcome every [Ab] special home.
And it's ironic, never stutter when I speak.
[D] But I'm trying to write something that these kids [Eb] might repeat.
Heating the influence, peer pressure got the best of me.
Running with the rule that keeps [Db] constantly [Eb] detesting me.
No obsessing you, there's no envy.
But young teen pregnancy defines their destiny.
Generally, they're only kids, watch your pain and care.
[F] I don't need to go to school, I watch Save [Gb] the Depends.
Zack Mora's got me popping my class.
[B] And I'm listening to Illmatic, [Db] educated by Nas.
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[Eb] I have dreams of living lavish, upbringing was avid.
Money I can't manage, like my mum [Db] and dad's [Eb] marriage.
Causing ultimate damage, smoking till I'm damaged.
Pack up my baggage, then I move, gone, vanished.
Every city's got a spotty attack, but there's a much bigger bond.
Don't say [Db] that I'm rare, and [Ab] I swam against the ocean tide.
It's on the ocean [D] to a river like the fucking clay.
But I reside, [Eb] I'm unknowing, like a king in my own home.
Been around the map, you're pissing my old form.
Mature fat, well-grown before my years.
Clack my street smarts, I'm wiggling on my peers.
Back as a child, I was stripping, [Gb] running wild.
I was only [Eb] age 11 when my cousin went to prison.
It's forgiven, no mistake, and I sailed by himself.
[D] If he was to buy it out, with his swag, I'd soon sell.
[Eb] Never on a shelf, hell, never been irrelevant.
Lay off on these streets, I was living in my element.
I pack a bus, start the gate, till the counters fill.
Ride the pick, the cab, we pick your promise from the counter spill.
Living life with [Db] all the grades, got a bunch of [F] dumb-ass tattoos.
A few [Gb] days, cruise next, get wrecked, get eased.
[B] Be more fam, but [Db] watch it, the more you [Eb] see.
We are_
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you know?
_ _ _ I'm the [Ab] king of my_
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What you know?
I'm _ _ the king of my [Ab] own soul.
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