Chords for Roots Manuva, Dreamy Days, live on Later With Jools Holland

_ In [G] Carolina we gradually zoom over to London.
Please welcome a brand new and exciting group, Roots Manuva. _ _
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[F#] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
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[F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] We feel no way, this gonna [Bm] be fun, or [F#m] so far.
[C#m] I'm just along for the bandy talk.
I might take off my shoes, won't take off my socks tonight.
[D] Take a little peep under that rock tonight, [Bm] but there'll be [F#m] nobody but fuck tonight.
[C#m] You know my style, I keep it pressin', hold it out for a money-mine blow.
We in some [D] zone, so I'll see, can we show those C's?
[Bm] I'm protein to buff the [F#m] limit, spittin' in a [C#m] whirlpool to set your pit.
Messing around with all those chemical rushes, with natural [D] highs, come a whole lot deeper.
Sweet to eat, [Bm] I got me singing, [F#m] baby, baby, baby.
[C#m] I got this side of the earth to misbehave.
I wanna take you away from all the [D] stresses, buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses.
You don't believe [F#m] me, you big up [C#m] Jesus.
Dreamy days, young, young men.
We [D] feel no way, this gonna be fun, or [F#m] so far.
[C#m] Dreamy days, young, young men.
[D] We feel no way, this gonna be fun, or [F#m] so far.
[C#m] I wanna feel ya, I wanna know ya, I wanna hold ya.
But [D] at the same time, situations is [Bm] complex.
You got [F#m] particulars, I got [C#m] particulars.
Old circles are sick of us, cause we're walking down the brick roads.
Road to everything and [D] nothing.
So can you fit your pasta on your roll?
[Bm] Will you meet me with a wooden [F#m] spoon?
I love to sleep [C#m] in under couch, now I'm figuring whose house is this?
This is my money, this is my [D] pain.
This is my drugs, this is my [Bm] brain.
It's never [F#m] gonna be the same, [C#m] it's just_
Dreamy days, young, young men.
[D] We feel no way, this gonna [Bm] be fun, or [F#m] so far.
_ [C#m] Dreamy days, young, young men.
[D] We feel no way, this gonna [Bm] be fun, or [F#m] so far.
[C#m] I'm a one man powerhouse, seen within the city.
Son of the soul, living the love, living the [D] dream.
The snap is just, you shoulda known about my X amount of [F#m] heartbreak.
Years alone, no, [C#m] we professional.
We dealing with business, revolution creeper.
Slapping them on the nose, [D] bitch.
Two syllables back room, getting a dutch.
[Bm] And me swimming in my black, [F#m] look they all white.
[C#m] Said I watch my own reef, watch my own tux.
He's_
_on
it, bitch, it's [D] sold.
Too much soul [Bm] now.
Some Samaritan, [F#m] some Sam [C#m] with_
_from
the council pack.
Paid IRA tax, who's a doc, who's engaged?
Must permit, [D] maneuver at sea.
With a second LPA, [Bm] all of the girls have [C#] got the fly top t [C#m]-shirt.
Dreamy days, young, young men.
_ [D] We feel no way, this gonna [Bm] be fun, or [F#m] so far.
_ [C#m] Dreamy days, our guape.
_ [D] We feel no way, this gonna be fun, or so [F#m] far.
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[F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
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[B] _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
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