give me six strings and a half step. And you can - can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I... Yes, all I need are keys and guitars And guess what
blown to pieces with my artillery, Well I'll be guiding and we'll be riding, Giving what you got to me, Don't you struggle, don't you fight, Don't you
must you record my phone calls Are you planning a bootleg LP Said you've been threatened by gangsters Now it's you that's threatening me Can't fight
seems that the winds have stopped I took down the posters from my wall Left letters for you all I remember moments of happiness Endless summer, acoustic guitars
song of hope I've got nothing to save And I can't fight the feelings buried in my brains I send this song to you, whoever you are As my guitar lies bleeding
I ain't got no pedigree The sweat on this old collar That's my Ph.D. It comes down to this I wouldn't exist Without you it ain't worth the grind I'd fight
of this town I left my patience at a traffic light There's no denying that I almost lost it Threw in the towel, too tired to fight Tonight I need you
sick and tired of this whole situation Here comes another fight Pin me down with the same conversation no, don't say you love me tonight. [guitar solo
Yeah yeah Fix that guitar shit Yeah (25x) Ay yo mystikal (here I go wha) Iz they getting’ rowdy wit’ us Iz they wildin’ wit us Yeah yeah Flipmode nigga
Yeah, you know my blood is red And ooh, child my skin is pure white, yeah And I don't pull no punches If some fool wants to fight Cause this kid ain't
Tear up the sky with You You're much better You're much better, girl You I wanna fight with You Make up tonight with You You're much better Ooh, Yeah [saxophone/guitar
had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way And she was headed for the car ...so I grabbed my old guitar
You don't know where I'm going You ask me where I've been You wish you couldn't understand I'm gonna fight this till the end Local girls and you wont
You can spit it in my face but I know I'll be ok It's on the attack. It's a war, It's a game. A ball and chain chew my arm off to get away Don't fight
beach is such a cool break too I don't know why I'm living this way Must have coppertone on my brain It's really fun out in the sun I fight the mob out
the river At the source of the sea Sitting here now in this bar for hours Trying to write it down Fitting in hard with harder to come Trying to fight
!! Oh yeah Well I am a big dog daddy you know my face and the joint starts rockin when I walk in the place The band starts stompin those rhythm guitars
give me six strings and a half stACK. And you can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I.. Yes all I need are keys and guitars And its with in 30
