Jason Mraz

Jason Mraz - Curbside Prophet lyrics

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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, go

You see it started way back in N-Y-C
When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C
At a west end avenue at 63
So 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, go

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 counted on the road again
We'll soon be on the radio dial
And I been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway, while
As I'm a one man pushing on the California skyline drive
Up the coast I brag and I boast
Because I'm picking up my pace and making time like space ghost
Go raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Put my cruise controls on coast
'Cos 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, hup in the truck

With the 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, go

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, go

See, I'm a down home brother, redneck undercover
With my guitar here
I'm ready to play
And I'm a sucker for a filly
Got a natural ability, geared to freestyle
Look at my flexibility
Dangerous on 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, 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
They changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

I'm just a curbside prophet
A curbside prophet now
A curbside prophet now
A curbside
Oh, come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
Waiting for my rocket to come
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Author: Jason Mraz, Billy Galewood, Christina Ruffalo

Composer: Jason Mraz

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group Inc.

Details:

Released in: 2002

Language: English

Appearing on: Waiting For My Rocket To Come (2002)

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