my guitar case. i guess that im just a hopeless case. but just in case you can call me on the telephone. you know that i will always be at home. all
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in my guitar case. i guess that im just a hopeless case. but just in case you can call me on the telephone. you know that i will always be at home. all
, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties
comes from the streets, he grew up in the bars He cut his teeth on his daddy?s guitar He lived every line that he?s ever sung He made believers to all
livin' legend In the hood I'm a hero, On that minute fourteen Like a guitar hero Came a long way From that toilet bowl white though But I'ma be all
know Jonah, he was swallowed by a song Here's to all the boys who came along Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases all night long An' do you wonder
sky so blue I saw a Cajun man with a red guitar Singin' on the side of the street I threw a handful of change in his beat up case And said play me a
rock shows, tell me what you know about those? I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's Not one
you've got to get it And you've got to get it good Once I had a little Spanish guitar The neighbors told me I could go pretty far Well, I came and I went and my guitar
lonely For words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent
't know what I'm gonna do since my baby said we're through I've really got a case of blue oh I walk the Lonely Street Ever since she said goodbye all
, Joey Viagra Pull up, make 'em car sick, abracadabra Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene Your money NBA, NFL all
What y'all thinkin' about? Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway Chillin' in the project hallway Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway What y'all
New York to Miami bitch Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar Got em' all rubbin' they bitch bra Got em' all shakin' their
a guitar moonlighter I'm your 'Prove it all night'-er Your holy ghost writer Pale of shade whiter I'm your rock 'n' roll driver Oh, yeah, oh, yeah That's all
big building It took up one whole block I made an inventory Of all the things in stock The place was getting longer I was up all night I used up all
You know, you guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set
