Letra de Curbside Prophet (Live)
We'll bring another friend of mine out here for this next song Some of you guys might recognize, might know Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. John PopperI'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket to come I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all, boyYou see, it started way back in NYC When I stole my first rhymes on this 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 bag of tricks Well, uh, look at me now, well, look at you now And look at us now, now, now, nowI'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 got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket I'm waiting for my rocket to come on I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y'allWell then, ya never, da never, da guess I guess I bet, I bet, bet, bet Well, I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account Because it all amounts to nothin' up in the end Well, you can only count that "On the Road Again" Will soon be on my radio dial And I'll be paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style Like a, a band of gypsies on the highway wildI'm a one-man pushin' on the Milwaukee skyline Drive from the coast-a I brag and I boast-a I'm pickin' up a pace I'm makin' time like Space Ghost Raising the toast to the highway patrol with the most But my cruise control's on coast-a I'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation And I got Popper; he's my dog, he exceeded my limitation I say, "I like your style, crazy pound pup! You need a ride? Well, come on, boy, get in the truck"With a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket I'm waiting for my rocket to come on I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket I'm waiting for my rocket to come on I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y'all outsideI relax with a third verse without even rehearsing Lacin' up my Converse and conjugatin' the verbs It's always been my thing, you know, for better or worse To be a singer who's going around the universe Now you're speaking on the topic of a curbside prophet Everybody come to me they ask me how they can unlock it I'll say, "shiz, if this is all there is, it's just fillin' in the blanks like mad libs"I'm just a curbside prophet And I'm waiting for my rocket to stop on a dime I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket And you can bet that I'm fishing for mine I'm just a curbside prophet, my hand's up in my pocket I'm waiting for my rocket to come on I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y'allSee, I'm a down-home brother, redneck undercover With a guitar here, I'm ready to play And I'm a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability Geared to freestyle, check out my flexibility Dangerous on the mic, my ghetto hat's cocked right All the ladies say, "Mraz, you so crazy" We got the backstage Betty's taking more than they can get They say, "I want to have your baby"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ah-ha Something's different in my world today They changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow I singin' hey, ay, ay Something's different in my world today Well, they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow'Cause I'm a curbside brother lover, a curbside mother of what? A curbside prophet, yes, I'm waitin' for my rocket Said, I'm waiting for my rocket to come down curbside Come on back to this, here brother A curbside prophet, yes, I'm a self-proclaimed bad mother for you Hey, hey, hey, ay-ay-ay-ay Something's different in my world today Well, they changed my traffic signs To a brighter yellow