Tom: Bb minor
Intro 1
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G#dim
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G#dim
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Verse 1
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Now
once upon a time not long ago
There was an archer kickin
rhymes up in
Atlanta
Rock and roll,
he's not a rocker just a stoner on a roll
E
Am
Going all out on the road and
tryna make the honor roll
See I've been all up in the dojo,
C
practicing my braggadocio
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Learned it to my own hornblow,
E
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my saxophone and my oboe
master my high and low notes
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Bm
A quick jazz cigarette,
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C
If you ain't heard about it, ask around
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E
Sunday, bet we turn the party out
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Get love on every corner,
C
walking through outlaw town
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Yeah, you that lucky when the price is right
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Am
So you better come on down to the
Inner
C
West, come and visit the turf
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You'll see my crew be runnin'
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Sydney like the city to surf
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From the pretty beach sides to
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Smooth
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Nicholas, he's slick with them words
I was rollin' with my bros, so
C
Fanny
Turner said to me
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Bm
Only you been goin'
Am
C
I said I ain't one to blow my own,
but I tend to agree
If
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I, you know what
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E
I, you know what I mean, what I mean
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Now the punters say they love
C
the way I spit it on the beat
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E
Put the roof over my head and put
the kicks up on my feet
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C
Nothing changed, still a couple snakes,
we cut them blades of green
If
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Am
C
I, you know what I mean
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E
Am
C
Am
Bm
E
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The sort of shit that they let fly,
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I could do with my eyes closed
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Bm
But I'm taking a high road,
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C
tryna scale heights, never fall off
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Cause I climb slow, see my signs go, as in
O dot
A dot
T
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Make my way from
A to
Am
C
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B, while spelling out
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what's plain to see
My man with shotgun in the
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Yoda, looked over and said to me
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Homie you been going in
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When we rock up to your
D
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Bm
Turnin' off your black eyed
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peas and throwin' on some
B .D .P.
R .O .C.,
D .R .E.
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B &E or suffer pressure and debris
Am
For the moment probably be that
T .D .E.
O .N .E. that
E .N .T.
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Nowadays we got our names up
C
on the list and drinks are free
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E
It's like something I think I
saw in a vision or a dream
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I'm trying to paint the kind of picture
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that make you picture the scene
If
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Bm
I, you know what
Am
I was rolling with my bros, so
C
Fanny
Turner said to me
Am
Bm
Homie, you been going
Am
C
I said I ain't one to blow my own,
but I tend to agree
If
E
I, you know what I mean, what I mean
Am
Now the punters say they love
C
the way I spit it on the beat
Bm
E
Put the roof over my head and put
the kicks up on my feet
Am
C
Nothin' changed, still a couple snakes,
we cut them blades of green
Am
Don't wanna blow my own trumpet,
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don't wanna toot my own horn
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Don't wanna beat my own drum kit,
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don't wanna write my own score
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But they like it, they love it,
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they buy it, they bump it, recite it
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Turn it up and then they
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Don't wanna blow my own trumpet,
don't wanna toot my own horn
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Don't wanna be my own drumkit
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Don't wanna ride my own score
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But they like it, they love it,
they buy it
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They bump it, recite it, turn it up
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And then they bump it some more
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