Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 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

 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

 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

 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

 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

 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 3

 (DO ---,)

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 AS 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

Rock On!