| I’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and I’m waiting for my rocket to come
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| I’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and I’m waiting for my rocket, ya’ll
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| y’see it started way back in nyc
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| when i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c.
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| at a west end avenue at 63
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| the beginning of a leap year, february, '96
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| with a guitar picked up in the mix
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| i committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
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| well look at me now
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| look at me now
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| look at me now, now, now, now
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and i’m waiting for my rocket, ya’ll
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| well you’re never gonna guess
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| where i’ve been been been
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| and i have no regrets
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| that i bet my whole checking account
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| because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
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| well you can only count on the road again
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| we’ll soon be on the radio dial
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| and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style
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| like a band of gypsies on the highway while
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| i’m one man pushin' on the california skyline drive
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| up the coast I brag and I boast
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| i 'm pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost
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| raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
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| put my cruise control’s on coast
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| cuz i’m tourin' around the nation on extended vacation see
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| I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
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| i say, «i like your style, crazy pound pup!
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| you need a ride?
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| well come on, girl, hop in the truck!»
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and i’m waiting for my rocket, ya’ll
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and i’m waiting for my rocket to come on
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| with my hand in my pocket
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| and i’m waiting for my rocket, ya’ll
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| see i’m a down home brother, redneck undercover
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| with my guitar here
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| i’m ready to play
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| and i’m s a sucker for a filly
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| got a natural ability I’m geared to freestyle
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| look at my flexibility
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| dangerous at the mike
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| my ghetto hat’s cocked right
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| the ladies say, «yo, that kid is crazy»
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| the backstage betties taking more than they can get
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| they say, «what's up with m-r-a-z?»
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| hey, hey, something’s different in my world today
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| well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
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| hey, hey, something’s different in my world today
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| they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
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| i’m just a curbside prophet
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| curbside prophet now
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| curbside prophet now
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| curbside
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| come on, now
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| curbside prohet
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| waiting for my rocket to come… |