🎶 Long Live The King

[D#]I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
[A#]When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
[Db]Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest,
[G#]I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
[D#]Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re fucking chronic.
[A#]Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
[Db]Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
[G#]I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
[D#]You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
[A#]Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
[Db]Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
[G#]Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.

Chorus:
[A#]I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
[Cb]Sat back, watch you parade my style.
[D#]Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
might as well kill him or [A#]pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit [Cb]down; I’m the king,
Long live the [D#]king.
Long live the [A#]king.
Long live the [Db]king.
Long live the [G#]king.

Verse 2:
[D#]Anything you can do, I can do better.
[A#]Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
[Db]Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
[G#]What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me?
[D#]You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
[A#]Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
[Db]Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
[G#]Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown.
[D#]You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
[A#]Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
[Db]All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
[G#]And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
[D#]When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
[A#]You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
[Db]You have to be in possession of
the limelight for me to come and take it from
[G#]you, why don’t you get it right?

Chorus:
[A#]I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
[Cb]Sat back, watch you parade my style.
[D#]Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
might as well kill him or [A#]pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit [Cb]down; I’m the king,
Long live the [D#]king.
Long live the [A#]king.
Long live the [Db]king.
Long live the [G#]king.


Long live the [D#]king.
Long live the [A#]king.
Long live the [Db]king.
Long live the [G#]king.

[A#]I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
[Cb](start full out strumming)
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
[D#]Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
(stop full out strumming)[A#]
might as well kill him or pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit [Cb]down; I’m the king,

Long live the [D#]king.
Long live the [A#]king.
Long live the [Db]king.
Long live the [G#]king. ⠀