Biografia:
James Arthur (2 de Março de 1988) é um cantor, compositor, rapper e musicista britânico, vencedor da nona temporada do reality show musical "The X Factor". Seu single de estréia, "Impossible" - uma cover do tema com o mesmo nome da cantora barbadiana Shontelle -, foi lançado logo após a final do programa batendo recordes de vendas, 500 mil em uma semana, e ocupando a primeira posição do UK Charts. James escreveu e gravou várias músicas como artista independente que foram disponibilizadas em suas contas no Soundcloud e Youtube
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Outras músicas:
- Can I Be Him
- Certain Things
- Empty Space
- Falling Like The Stars
- Get Down
- Impossible
- Naked
- Say You Won't Let Go
- Say You Won't Let Me Go
- Say You Wont Let Go
- You're Nobody 'til Somebody Loves You
- Long Live The King
- Recovery
- Say You Won’t Let Go
- You’re Nobody ‘Til Somebody Loves You
- Alright
- Always
- At My Weakest
- Back From The Edge
- Beat The Bullies
- Beautiful Lies
- Brokenhearted
- Cant Take My Eyes Off You
- Coming Home For Summer
- Confessions
- Emergency
- Everybodys Asking Questions
- Fade
- Faded
- Finally
- Hold On
- Hometown Glory
- I Am
- I Cant Take My Eyes Off You
- I Need A Friend
- I Unproudly Present
- If Only
- Ill Reach You
- Is This Love
- Its Not Over
- Kryptonite
- Last Time
- Let Me Love The Lonely
- Let Me Win It
- Lets Go Home Together
- Live Like A Queen
- New Tattoo
- Phoenix
- Prisoner
- Remember Who I Was
- Roses
- Safe Inside
- Sermon
- Shape Of You
- Skeletons
- Smoke Clouds
- Sos
- Suicide
- Sun Comes Up
- Superman
- Supposed Acoustic
- Sweet Dreams
- The Truth
- Thinking Out Loud
- Train Wreck
- Tuesday
- When We Were Young
- Wrecking Ball
- You Deserve Better
- Young
- Youre Nobody Til Somebody Loves You
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Verse:
Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest,
B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re xxxxing chronic.
C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Verse:
Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.
C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
B
What makes you think I give a xxxx what people think of me?
Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
B
Save yourself embarrassment, xxxxing clown.
Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from
B
you, why don’t you get it right?
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king
Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest,
B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re xxxxing chronic.
C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Verse:
Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.
C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
B
What makes you think I give a xxxx what people think of me?
Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
B
Save yourself embarrassment, xxxxing clown.
Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from
B
you, why don’t you get it right?
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king
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