Now, with nothing but a dirty bag on my back.
I'll take to the sky, fly across the map.
My wings need room for spreading and I'm ready to soar.
To the place that I have longed and dreamed for.
Yea yea yea.
The rock city boy.
Yea yea yea.
The rock city boy.
Oh baby strum strum.
I'm breaking down the walls with my guitar.
Oh yeah screaming out, reaching far.
Just music that's all that you need.
I dedicate this to you straight from me.
We're really not so different you and me.
We'll just live and we'll dance and we'll sing.
There's no place that I'd rather be.
Chasing to be free, my perfect dream.
Yea yea yea.
The rock city boy.
Doesn't matter if we're asleep.
Doesn't matter if we're awake.
We will never ever forget,
What's at stake!
I wanna believe the singing on beat.
Most recently is like recess for me.
Pretty pretty please, no birds and the bees.
But ecstasy with extra cheese.
Rhyming rhino sounding like bono.
All smacked up with a black jack bottle.
When I say "ho" you say "hey".
I bet you wanna know what I'm really trying to say?
~Kris534
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