[Instrumental]
Instrumental
Translation: Chicago. Free Form Guitar.
: Instrumental
I'm at my peak, yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal all I need's Chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band, show you how the guitar
like another cigarette Palms up, I?m trading ?em, trading ?em I?m the oracle in my chest Let the guitar scream like a fascist Sweat it out, shut your mouth, free
Roll into town, step off the bus Shake off the where you came from dust Grab you guitar, walk down the street Sign says Nashville, Tennessee But I have
's got to stay as free as I feel Don't want no one telling me I got to I move in my own time Play this guitar any way I want to Lightinin' Hopkins is
[Lenny Kravitz also accompanies with guitar] [Intro: Pharrell Williams] (Diddy in background) Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what
air is free And do you know? And do you care? You never cared anyway, anyway Television, inquisition, incision [Chorus] Round and round it goes... This carnival of souls... [Guitar
your asphalt burns our tired feet. I see borders and barriers, segregation, demonstration and riots (ooh, ooh, ooh), a-sufferation of the refugees, oh-oh, when, when will we be free
na na! Oh, we walk through the pale moonlight With our love that is right. Oh, my, my, my, ye-ah! Oh, so happy we will be - Sharing the love tha-y is free
good buddies, start a band Start a band, scrape up some money Buy a van, learn "Free Bird" and "Ramblin' Man" Never buy another beer again! So get you a guitar
with the top rolled down There's a chill in my bones, I don't wanna be left alone So baby you can sleep while I drive I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
without a product there ain't no sales if money is divine then I'm the holy grail so don't be forgettin' to listen to the rhyme when the guitar wails
m a hyper-supervisor Fast driver, star driver (Fool) Heaven help the fool, professional gimme-fiver Heaven help the fool Anything you could want to be You can buy, even get it free
All the years combine They melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end, there's just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all