Lyrics:
play licks on my guitar like you ain't never heard.
But I'm down on my luck and things are just a little slack.
I gotta quarter in my pocket
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin and change all around
I pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees
In the music house
The broken strings of our lives
Are repaired by the One who plays the flute
CHORUS
And the chords of my guitar
Ukelele from afar
She walked right up next to me
And whispered I this in my ear
Come play guitar for me
Something with a pretty melody
Some jazz would be the bee's knees
it, you had me crumbling
Cause you got those sinful eyes with that heavenly smile grabbing hold of my soul
Play me a song
Sing to me
Touch me like I'm
the mass, hell of a price to pay
In this Masquerade . . .
V.3 Entourage, in a jaded ballroom,
Hide in masks and parading as muse.
You play along,
I would love to play with you
But my guitars all out of tune
My muse has flown away
Maybe on a different day yeah yeah
In the beginning of my time
I
of town
But I was proud to call
That old black man my friend
He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on
And a beat up old guitar he let me play on
I knew
alone cause you're in my head
Not a day goes by and you're in my bed
And I'll play guitar if you tell me to
Not a superstar but I'll sing for you
I'm not
Im hanging on by a thread
At any moment i might cut the circulation with this rope on my neck
I feel the pressure build inside it makes it hard
in his sights
But let the guitar rule the night
When I close my eyes
I remember no one by my side
I was too focused on her smile
Oh was she pretty? Oh
I was born a ramblin' man with
Swamp water on my hand
Daddy died so young and I had
To help momma get by
So I learned how to sing those songs
I
face
You were perfect in my eyes
So I say "thank you" to the Universe
For this gift and this cursed surprise
But it seems like a shame when we play these
I'm just an old guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
And I'm waiting for somebody to come by and play me now and then
My strings are kinda rusty
to the graveside, kneel down by me,
Hi-tec silver shadow massive, it's the GLC,
(You Knows It)
If you wanna go to war
You better get your draw?
I'll meet you at my
something in between my fingers like guitar picks
I know I'm a piece of shit, play with her heart strings like a harpist
Before I fuck with anybody gotta deal
An explosion of dopeness
From the dopest recording
Glory to the gory stories
Imported from my cortex
I'm what they play first, play next, and play last
Put my
blades up out it
Melt it down to a wax,
All my real ones they don’t play about me
I been up too many days
Second guessing putting fires to bed set by
Knowin' I could rap circles around you, what, you as nuts as me?
Plus I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin' sing
And probably play guitar better,
Dad bought me a guitar
So I could play in the band
I lost my sight in the lights and keep my heart in the stands
You run away in my dreams
I hold you
played his guitar, handed it to me
and said "It's your turn to go!" (Make that rooster crow)
Guitar solo
He told me sit right there and play
and let
play my cheap guitar
Buying used clothes, and trying to hope
I swear to God, I really tried to cope
This month was cool, still got 25$ lefting
Gotta
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy
Would play his guitar
Like he was ready for war
(You ready, K?)
(It's your man Nas here)
And then he'd
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