Traffic on the ground, I sound Sexy on the corner, So- -licit you for cash, I'm an Outcast street performer, Dash Downtown when its crowded, grab a Rock star space, spin Out-of-tune pegs, sprinkle Sprinkle quarters in guitar case Mingle with females outside retail stores, use Cash inside my hat, buy you a cocktail pour Ponytails, dreadlocks, Beehives are all ears Streetwise artist mobile musician engineer
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Forty minutes of material strumming them again, a Bum dropped in a dime, some rich guy left a ten, I'd Melt under the summer sun so Sheltered in the breezeway Belting out my best ballad People pleading please play, the One you did at Parrilla's when you opened the open mic, I Liked that first original, replayed in dreams overnight, paid Sixteen in an hour, next per- -former wants my spot Got to leave my post give someone else a shot
Busking on the street Hustling with a beat Busting out the jam of jams No one can compete Busking on the street Hustling with a beat Busting out the jam of jams No one can compete