Black Guitar

Yah! He has lost the drive
Mixing with a chick flying high on jets
Scattering dust on middle class nesting grounds
Couldn't keep his guitar

He is Sulking like a kid over bursts of jealous rages
All the confidence he established
Melting away with a single rainfall

Hey! Who bought him that heavy black guitar?
Don't leave it lying around the black guitar
Someone tie it to him

Goes to prove he really had nothing to start out with
Hey boy! Where you heading?
Down south? To buy trouble

Hey! Who bougth him that heavy black guitar?
Don't leave it lying around the black guitar
Someone tie it to him
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