[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Y’see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the mic
At a west end avenue at 63
The beginning of a leap year, February, ’96
With a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
Well, look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now, now, now, now
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Well, you’re never gonna guess where I’ve been been been
And 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
We’ll soon be on the radio dial
And I have been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway while
I’m one man pushing’ on the California skyline drive
Up the coast I brag and I boast
I'm picking up my pace and makin' time like space ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Put my cruise control's on coast
'Cause I'm touring' 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!"
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
[Verse 1]
Y’see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the mic
At a west end avenue at 63
The beginning of a leap year, February, ’96
With a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
Well, look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now, now, now, now
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Well, you’re never gonna guess where I’ve been been been
And 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
We’ll soon be on the radio dial
And I have been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway while
I’m one man pushing’ on the California skyline drive
Up the coast I brag and I boast
I'm picking up my pace and makin' time like space ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Put my cruise control's on coast
'Cause I'm touring' 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!"
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