Testi:
Cake The Guitar Man

Who draws the crowd? Who plays so loud? Baby it's the guitar man Who's gonna steal the show You know baby it's the guitar man He can make you love he

Who draws the crowd? Who plays so loud? Baby it's the guitar man Who's gonna steal the show You know baby it's the guitar man He can make you love he

I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this

yo i'll scratch the break you rap the cornbread hey see i'm a big old black man a big old black man a big old black wacky tacky black man born w/my mama

lazy so I heave-ho Whippin shit like devo, whip it good (That thang!) Whipping shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd slang Listen to my guitar twang as I

lookin down she lookin up. beamer truck I rim it up spent 80 thou (400 stones), she suck a dick while rollin blunt she keep the boss man bustin nuts.

it out a lot $50 chickenpox $100 measles man, issue me with ego man Ride around in Cadillacs (Oh he got an ego man) Hey This should be illegal man I can

got all the lines [DMC] and all the rhymes [Run] We don't drop dimes [DMC] and we don't do crimes [Run] We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines [DMC]

This the top, oh yeah, the tippy It's young Khalifa man I see it clearly, the money that is Oh y'all n-ggas aint in the way Keep doing what you doing