Jason MrazCurbside Prophet

I'm just a curbside prophet Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket to come I'm just a curbside prophet Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll Y'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 With a guitar picked up in the mix I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks Well look at me now Well Look at you now And look at us 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 Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll I'm just a curbside prophet Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket to come on I'm just a curbside prophet Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll Well then you're never never gonna guess I 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 been payin close attention to the willie nelson style Like a band of gypsies on the highway while I'm one man pushin' on the california skyline drive Up the coast I brag and I boast I'm pickin 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 Cuz 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, boy, get in the truck!" With the curbside prophet Got 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, ya'll I'm just a curbside prophet Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket to come on I'm just a curbside prophet Got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll See I'm a down home brother, redneck undercover With my guitar here I'm ready to play And I'm s a sucker for a filly Got a natural ability I'm geared to freestyle Look at my flexibility Dangerous at the mike My ghetto hat's cocked right The ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy" The backstage betties taking more than they can get They say, "what's up with m-r-a-z?" 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 They changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow I'm just a curbside prophet Curbside prophet now Curbside prophet now Curbside Come on, now Curbside prohet Waiting for my rocket to come...
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