I'm gonna be a star
Gonna get what I want Don't you know That's how it goes (You'll go far) Sitting by the road O that metal's so cold Never gonna obey the sign Cos you never know Which way the boat rows Might as well make the best of my time (Might as well make it a grand ol' time) Lisnin to Dylan Gotta hardcore rhythm But I can't fly a tune Up next to the moon Don't matter As long as you digg'em And as I turn to another page I'll play the prophet, you play the sage And just when ya start to find a focus for your rage We'll paint a new color on the cage Singing it Bringin the rhythm The notebooks overrun Will you love me If you do Will I be done I'm pressin to CD My melody For cash I'm digging For buried treasure And burying my trash As thoughts begin to drain Mind in a flurry of rhyming There's a stutter in my brains Puts a falter in my timing Standing on the docks On the harbor Wanna dive in Cold as a bitch inside Never mind Cos now I'm crying Finger's are cold And no one's gonna know Write it down Spend my money on the town And my words are just crap Gotta toilet bowl sound So I'm gonna take'em back I'm burning rock N roll down I've read so much Feel like I've learned so little And I can't stand up Against the ones whose thumbs twiddle ...But I'm gonna be star Gonna get what I want Don't you know That's how it goes (You'll go far) [[[ Rhyming words don't come in pairs Cos they muddle up your mind Make connections that shouldn't be there And cover paths that you might find ]]] Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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