Shredding The Balloon Acordes

	   
 

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Intro 
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Verse 
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  E                                   G 
Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined, 
    D                                 A 
 It’s grimy shit but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine, 
   E                                  G 
 Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier, 
   D                                 A 
 Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours, 
   E                                 G 
 I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list, 
   D                                 A 
 Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist, 
      E                               G 
 I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements, 
    D                                 A 
 That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game it’s, 
       E                               G 
 The farthest I’ve came since I started to play it,  
      D                             A 
 I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless, 
E                                       G 
 We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards or traitors, 
         D                               
 They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as, 
    A 
 Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures, 
   E                                 G 
 If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes, 
    D                            A 
 Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy, 
      E                                 G 
 And we’ll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me, 
       D                                         A 
 John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me 


E 
 I’ve been waiting to come back, 
G 
 Like where the hell is the show? 
D 
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack, 
A 
 Getting ready to blow, 
E 
 I’ve been waiting to come back, 
G 
 Like where the hell is the show? 
D 
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack, 
A 
Getting ready to blow 


verse 2 
   E 
 And it might blow up but it won’t go pop, 
   G 
 And it might blow up but it won’t burst, 
    D 
 She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up, 
    A 
 Well she might, but only if I go first, 
   E                                       G 
 She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she’s wearing a patch on her shoulder, 
      D                                        A 
 It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her, 
     E                                   G 
 She thinks out loud she’s got me; she laughs with her whole body, 
        D                                 A 
 I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me? 
       E                                G 
 Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening, 
       D                         A 
 I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons, 
      E                             G 
 They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but, 
 D                                          A 
 I’d rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass, 
 E                            G 
 Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents, 
                 D              
 Sounds so serious don’t it? But I’m not concerned with a thing, 
          A               
 This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King, 
E 
 The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky, 
G 
 We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly, 
D 
 But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies, 
A 
 Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide, 
E 
 You living the life? In the blink of an eye 
G 
 The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride, 
D 
 Can all disappear so live for the rhyme, 
A 
 Not material things your gift can provide 

 
 E 
 I’ve been waiting to come back, 
G 
 Like where the hell is the show? 
D 
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack, 
A 
 Getting ready to blow, 
E 
 I’ve been waiting to come back, 
G 
 Like where the hell is the show? 
D 
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack, 
A 
Getting ready to blow 


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Outro 

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