more I hurt, the prettier she sings. I live on the Earth and love is on a star. If I can't have love, I'll turn to my guitar. The lovers from my past
I dance I like the bass, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I like the boom, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I need guitar, turn it up, turn it up
scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and
Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her, "I love the view from up here, warm sun and wind in my ear We'll watch the world from above as it turns to
I got a new shine on my car Sun is tannin' my left arm And while I'm waitin' on the red light I'm burnin' up a little air guitar Turn it up a little bit louder Turn
comes out again Even my imperfections make me who I am. [Chorus:] [Mitchel:] I'm so me (aye!) I could never do you (aye!) I'm so me (aye!) I could never
I need a kick drum, A guitar now, And a bass line, And imma show you how, How to rock How to dance How to get down, All i need is a piano in my
, here I am Rocking the stage and shaking the stands With the punch of the drums, the blast of the amps A sold out show every time I jam Hey man, here I
me a favor turn da volume up its quite low i write so i might blow my chain im into white glow see life as a scrimage and i am runnin the iso wat is
't get any harder Than what I got, 'cause what I got is sho' nuff hard to stop Can't get any harder 'Cause what I got, 'cause what I got is sho' nuff
I don't wanna (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) - No I - no I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna
of L.A.a?? Even when we are deep in sleepa??I'm listenin' for the rhythm of the morning beata??I listen for the mornin' beata??I listen for the mornin
hour, tuning my guitar Well, I get that sudden urge I know too well I finished my rendition of don't pity my condition Then I looked around to find what
knowwhat it's like to hear Debussy in a California prison field And I love I love to sing while I'm workin' I love to sing while I'm workin' And the wind
To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar everyday and sometimes into the night Till his papa's hair began to turn white His pa said, "Son, listen hear, I
weed I'm consumin' And I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human I spit words from my mouth that be turnin' you inside out And I tie knots
your card And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I
I look at the world And I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps (With) every mistake We must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps Yeah I