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James Arthur - Long Live The King Lyrics

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

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; I'm the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king

Anything you can do, I can do better
Even when she's soaked through, I could make her wetter
Stop try'na 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 I'm obligated to destroy
Why would anybody go to war with men? you're 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, daddy's bank account
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount
When you compare it to what I can bring, it's minuscule
You're the pupil; I'm 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 don't you get it right?

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; I'm 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

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; I'm the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king