White Boy Reggae chords by Bumpin Uglies

Intro:
Dm A# G A# A


Dm
Just another suburban stereotype

I've got the love for the rhythms

And the Grooves to Spite

That I'm not from the islands

Dm
I'm the palest of white

I'm putting the reggae roots together

For the words that I write


A#
But I can't relate to a struggle that I've never seen

G
I can't praise a god that I don't believe in

A#
You might think that i've been lying when it comes from the seems

A
But I'm not a fucking lion I'm a drunk with a dream


Dm
And I'm a million miles from everything

I thought I'd become

I've lost all my faith in the Lord above

And if I work real hard and keep my convictions

I could still fail and satisfy everyone's predictions


A#
So I drink to stay numb

But I sing to stay alive

      G
Ain't a shot big enough to keep me satisfied

A#
No rhymes smart enough for me to save my pride

A
There's a fire burning in me that I cannot deny


Dm         A# G A# A
Yeah


Dm
And no I ain't preaching shit

All I want is to be able to make enough money with

Music to quit waiting tables

Dm
And my Blood runs cold

As I try to comprehend

The words we diefied that are creations of men


A#
I'm just a hopeless romantic with the focus

               G
on hopeless, writing love song after love song

In the hope that I can cope with

  A#
The truth of my reality

But It's hard for me to swallow

     A
The realest love I know

Is between my liver and a bottle


Dm
Decidedly rough I have confided enough

I am forever in possession of unrequited love

Dm
So I tether my confessions

To the words I supply

I would rather die alone then settle for a lie

A#
Because I'm a dying breed

The extinction of a race

  G
Separating heads from shoulders

So I can spite my face


A#
Been coming around looking for the right sound

To escape from the mold that I've worn in the ground

A
With the walls closing in on my coffin of sin

I would like to explain but before we begin


E#                           A
If you're waiting for me to fall

Dm
Take a seat and hold your breath

It's almost last call

 A#
And I'm just one shot away from an early grave

 G
I've been running at a pace I can't maintain

 A#
There's a demon living in me that's controlling my brain

G
A Poison running through me that I'll never contain

 Dm
So I siphon it off with a mic and a pen

But the growth is exponential, it's drawing me in

Acting inconsequentially I'm lost at the same

             A
You call it White boy's reggae I call it "Sanity's End"