James Arthur - Long Live The King del disco Impossible


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Long Live The King - James Arthur


[Verse 1:]
Iím getting tired of your disrespect.
Well, itís evident Iíll always be the best.
Whether or not youíre being serious or say it in jest,
Iíve got a light sense to right; you havenít passed your test.
Yeah, Iím good with words, and youíre fucking chronic.
Forever second fiddle, your tales, Iím sonic.
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
Iíve been doing this since youíve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Youíve been studying me, wetting yourself,
Cause youíre afraid when I rise youíll be left on the shelf
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
Donít ever ask me to support you, you can never follow me.

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

[Verse 2:]
Anything you can do, I can do better.
Even when sheís soaked through, I could make her wetter.
Stop tryína make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me?
You disrespect me now Iím obligated to destroy.
Why would anybody go to war with men? Youíre just a boy
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown.
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
All the gear, no idea, daddyís bank account.
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
When you compare it to what I can bring, itís minuscule.
Youíre the pupil; Iím the teacher, go back to school!
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from you, why donít you get it right?

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

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king

[Outro:]
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chavs dying, might as well kill him or pretend oh.
To the throne, turn around, sit down; Iím the king,
Long live the king.
Long live the king.
Long live the king.
Long live the king.
Long live the king.

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