G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket y’all, hey
G C
ya see it started way back in nyc
G Bb F
when i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c.
G C
at a west end avenue at 63
F Bb F
the beginning of a leap year, february,
G C
’96 when a guitar picked up in the mix
F Bb F
i committed to the licks like a nickel back of tricks
G
well look at me now
C
look at me now
F Bb F
look at me now, now, now, now
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket y’all
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket y’all, hey
G
well you’re never never gonna guess
C
where i’ve been been been
F
and i have no regrets
Bb F G
that i bet my whole checking account
C F
because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Bb F G
well you can only count on the road again
C
will soon be on the radio dial
F Bb F
and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style
G C
like a a band of gypsies on the highway while
F Bb F
as i’m a one man wishin on the california skyline
G C
drive up the coast i brag and i boast
F Bb F
because i’m pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost
G C F
raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Bb F
but my cruise control’s on coast
G C
cause i’m tourin around the nation on extended vacation
F Bb F
see i got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
G C
i say, i like your style, crazy pound pup
F
you need a ride? ‘woof’
Bb F
well come on, girl, hop in the truck
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket y’all
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket to come
G
i’m just a curbside prophet
C
with my hand in my pocket
F Bb F
and i’m waiting for my rocket y’all
Verse 3:
G C F Bb F
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?”
BRIDGE: (same ae verse)
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
