Chords for Roots Manuva - Colossal Insight

_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _
_ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [Eb] In our silent [Db] time, [Cm]
invites [Bb] for soul
_ _ [A] Sturdy [D] of the good [Eb] food
[D] In our silent [Dbm] time, [Ab] _
[B] invites for soul
[Bb] _ _ [A] Sturdy of the good [Eb] food
[D] Precious Lord, my mega [Db] almighty
I know I've been [Cm] slightly out of your [B] path
Feeling the cold [Bb] draft of the bleak [A] winter
Splinters in my [D] soul and my own [Eb] control
And I know that [D] I should cut down this [Db] drinking
Too many late [Cm] nights and we were [B] drinking
Compelling [Bb] a man to plant too much in [A] elegance
They're going me out, I've got to be the [Eb] man again
Cause I didn't [D] rhyme to get me rich
[Db] But I'm a skele, [Cm] tutu's your final [B] switch
Hurting pain [Bb] made me nothing came to [D] save me
I walk with disaster, prefer to be [Eb] plastered
Times my [D] master don't ask me for [Db] jack third
All I [Cm] own is my balls and my [B] work
Nobody [Bb] heard of me, cause I'm a [A] new man
I got this new plan to get these [Eb] new rams
In our silent [Dbm] time, _ [Cm]
invites [B] for soul
[Bb] _ _ [Am] Sturdy [D] of the good [Eb] food
In [Bb] our silent [Db] time, [Ab]
invites [B] for soul
[Bb] _ _ [A] Sturdy of the [D] good food
People call my name like it's some kind of [Db] game
Like I ain't got no [C] fame, like I'm just the [B] same type
Shouting out [Ebm] vain lights, move your [A] lurgy
I'm far too [Eb] nervy observing this world
Who the [D] where the, what the [Db] how the
Media [Cm] whores keep shoveling [B] powder
It's nothing to be [Bb] proud of as stuff goes [A] on
Perceptions [Dm] change, wrongs right and rights [Eb] wrong
Whoop the hoop, glory, devil keeps [Db] gnarling
Bite, bite, [Cm] sell it, sell it more, more, [B] more
This could well be [Bb] my last LP
[D] I've had a good run, I've made a few [Eb] G's
I've had a bag of fun, [D] I've smoked a few [Db] trees
Now I wanna rest [Cm] my knubbly [B] knees
All in all [Bb] I've been feeling the bitch
[A] And those booze-wild blacks [D] have been far from [Eb] convinced
But I don't give a damn [D] about UK [Dbm] rap
I'm a UK black [Cm] man in UK [B] tracks
And I've got love [Bb] for every one of those [A] scenes
And them pigeon holes [Ab] were never nothing to hold [Eb] me
In our silent [Dbm] time, _ [Cm]
invites [Bb] for soul
_ _ [A] Study [D] of the good Lord, the [Bb] lost will [Db] reside
_ [Ab]
Invites [B] for soul, [Bb] _ [A] study of the [Eb] good Lord
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