Jason Mraz - Curbside Prophet lyrics
[Jason Mraz - Curbside Prophet lyrics]
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
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
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
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?
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 on
I'm just a curbside prophet with
My hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all
See, I'm a down home brother
Redneck undercover
With my guitar here, I'm ready to play
And I'ma 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?"
He he he 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
(Hey, hey something's different in
My world today) curbside prophet now
Curbside prophet now
(Well, they changed my traffic sign
To a brighter yellow) curbside
Come on, now curbside prophet
(Hey, hey something's different in
My world today) waiting for my rocket
Waiting for my rocket to come
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
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
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
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?
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 on
I'm just a curbside prophet with
My hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all
See, I'm a down home brother
Redneck undercover
With my guitar here, I'm ready to play
And I'ma 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?"
He he he 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
(Hey, hey something's different in
My world today) curbside prophet now
Curbside prophet now
(Well, they changed my traffic sign
To a brighter yellow) curbside
Come on, now curbside prophet
(Hey, hey something's different in
My world today) waiting for my rocket
Waiting for my rocket to come