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