Biografia:
Joseph Junior Adenuga, better known as Skepta, is an English Grime MC from Tottenham, North London, England. Originally from and born to Nigerian parents he moved from Lagos to London aged three. His family history can be traced back further to Ethiopia, to the Falash Mura community. He is a producer and DJ commonly associated with the North London Grime scene, including Roll Deep and Boy Better Know.
The name "Skepta" originated from the word Sceptre, a type of staff.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Am D Am
Lost, lost, lost, lost
[Chorus]
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
[Verse 1]
Am F G Am
And everyone said we were all ripped off
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England lost
D C Am
Lost, lost, lost
D Am
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Am
Wasn't much of a game
G D
I got soaked
Am
Didn't look home anyway
[Chorus]
Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
Am
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
Am
I went to see England, but England...
Am
I went to see...
Am
I went...
Am
I...
[Verse 2]
Am
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
D
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Am
Do you wanna go?
Am
I went to find England, it wasn't there
Am
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
F G Am
I think I'm losing my imagination
Am
I'm tired of talking about immigration
Am
You can't get in and you can't get out
Am
I guess that's what we're all about
[Verse 3: Skepta]
Am
True, preach
It's a déjà vu, I've seen it all before
Am
Different season, same score
Am
Everybody wants your head on a spike
C
But they were singin' your praises a day before
Am
No new faces allowed in
C
They said it's gettin' overcrowded
Am
They're still fightin' over houses
Am C
So I just pick it up, put it down and leave it where I found it
Am
Feel like Macaulay Culkin, I'm home alone
C
Come to my window and throw a stone
Am
Because I never wanna talk on the phone
Am
Same problems, growin' up in the danger zone
Am
Nothing's changed, same story
C
Same dirty stains on your dirty laundry
Am
Keep it in the streets, doin' all the work
C
And the men in the suits takin' all the coin
[Chorus: Mick Jagger]
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but
Am
I went to see England
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
[Bridge: Mick Jagger]
Am D Am
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Am D Am
Lost, lost, lost, lost
[Verse 3]
Am
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
G
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Am
Don't know what's home
Am
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
Am
That's what I thought
[Chorus]
Am
I went to find England
Am
I went to find England
Am
I went to find England
Am
I went to find England, but England's lost
Am D Am
Lost, lost, lost, lost
[Chorus]
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
[Verse 1]
Am F G Am
And everyone said we were all ripped off
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England lost
D C Am
Lost, lost, lost
D Am
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Am
Wasn't much of a game
G D
I got soaked
Am
Didn't look home anyway
[Chorus]
Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
Am
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
Am
I went to see England, but England...
Am
I went to see...
Am
I went...
Am
I...
[Verse 2]
Am
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
D
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Am
Do you wanna go?
Am
I went to find England, it wasn't there
Am
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
F G Am
I think I'm losing my imagination
Am
I'm tired of talking about immigration
Am
You can't get in and you can't get out
Am
I guess that's what we're all about
[Verse 3: Skepta]
Am
True, preach
It's a déjà vu, I've seen it all before
Am
Different season, same score
Am
Everybody wants your head on a spike
C
But they were singin' your praises a day before
Am
No new faces allowed in
C
They said it's gettin' overcrowded
Am
They're still fightin' over houses
Am C
So I just pick it up, put it down and leave it where I found it
Am
Feel like Macaulay Culkin, I'm home alone
C
Come to my window and throw a stone
Am
Because I never wanna talk on the phone
Am
Same problems, growin' up in the danger zone
Am
Nothing's changed, same story
C
Same dirty stains on your dirty laundry
Am
Keep it in the streets, doin' all the work
C
And the men in the suits takin' all the coin
[Chorus: Mick Jagger]
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but
Am
I went to see England
Am F G Am
I went to see England, but England's lost
[Bridge: Mick Jagger]
Am D Am
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Am D Am
Lost, lost, lost, lost
[Verse 3]
Am
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
G
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Am
Don't know what's home
Am
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
Am
That's what I thought
[Chorus]
Am
I went to find England
Am
I went to find England
Am
I went to find England
Am
I went to find England, but England's lost
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