Tonalidad: C major
Verse 1
you got a dollar to your name
Bm
You can still have your days
F
G
if you follow my ways
Am
Dm
But gotta learn the rules before you go
The
Vagabond
Freeloader
Manifesto
So brush your teeth and wash your feet
Cause if you're gonna beg,
beg like the beggar's elite
And leave your pride by the wayside
Ain't no ego allowed when
C
Dm
you're beggin' for a ride
Sub -free rider from the
L .A. zone
Technically a failure from
my skull to my toes
Born in the burbs but that
don't mean much
My pops is dead and gone
C
and mom's laid off
Dm
And still as dumb as when I was
young and my looks don't kill
F
But my youth surfin' and
G
now I got no skills
Dm
Yes, I'm broke, the brokest of the jokest
C
But keep my eyes to the sky an
Dm
G
Dm
d don't lose focus
C
Dm
F
Dm
Stay
at
Mary's on
Monday
F
On
Tuesday at
Sue's
Till
Dm
Thursday I'm in the park but
eating my brother's stools
F
Dm
Friday through
Ventura where we burn it
Dm
Don't have my own crib,
F
Dm
I'm a freeloading vermin
C
The less you possess the
F
more freedom you want
C
Dm
From your skin cells to the
F
Dm
depths of your soul
F
Whatever happened to that son of mine?
I raised him from a pup,
but he's grown to be a swine
He's not preservable,
he's not respectable
Don't read his
Bible, just go to
F
Dm
F
The less you possess the
more freedom you want
But you're technically a failure from
C
Dm
F
your toes to your dome
I'm technically a failure
Dm
Db
And it's true, I don't work 9 to 9
F
C
F
Dm
C
F
C
And sacrifice my life for 6 in a dime
Dm
F
I'm playing the game my own way I don't
Dm
need too much of nobody, and I got
no one to blame I don't know shit,
F
I never had shit
C
Dm
I don't need shit, and I never want shit
F
Dm
F
Most of my dreams are of wandering
Dm
Not of money and fame
and a blingety bling
C
F
Ain't nobody left to impress
G
Dm
An d the less you possess the
more freedom you want
F
Dm
From the marrow of your bones
Am
to the depths of your soul
Dm
Free to roam to places unknown
Could be inside of your dome
or through the alleys of
Am
Rome
Dm
F
Dm
But when I ride by bus, train, or plane
I need more than a nickel
for my travel campaign
So can you send me ten dollars to my
P .O. box?
F
I'll put it to good use,
C
Dm
I mean it, I promise
F
The anatomy of restlessness
C
Dm
Is the way that I deal with my stress
E
When the world seems routine
Dm
and uninspiring
C
The view out of the window
F
with dope and deen
Dm
F
C
I split, vacate, escape, evaporate
F
Dm
I migrate south instead of hibernate
The less you possess,
F
the more freedom you want
Dm
G
From your skin cells to the
depths of your soul
Am
C
F
Whatever happened to that son of mine?
Dm
I raised him from a pup,
but he's grown to be a swine
He's not presentable,
F
Dm
he's not respectable
G
Obedient is biblical, just go to
Mexico
Dm
The less you possess,
the more freedom you want
C
But you're technically a failure from your
G
Dm
toes to your dome
F
Dm
Technically a failure
C
F
I wander the world in search of nothing
C
Never knowing what the
F
Dm
future will bring
F
From the tropics of the desert to
Tallahassee
Dm
C
I'll always be the wandering
G
MC
Dm
F
Riding the bus at night to
avoid getting a room
Dm
C
Looking out the window at a
Dm
Peruvian moon
Db
C
A stepchild unknown, I roamed into
Lisbon
Became
Ithaca the fish daddy but still
G
F
broke to the bone
Dm
So if I come to town don't stop
me on the street
Begging me to rhyme on
C
your beatbox weed
Dm
Seeking a spot to sleep
F
Dm
and something to eat
But if you got a sister between 18 and 44
F
In a free spot on the
Dm
sofa back in the corner
C
Dm
I'll be your friend for a minute or two
C
I'm tired of sleeping on the road
Dm
Cause I ain't got a room
F
But I prefer not to see the same faces daily
F
So understand if we meet again
C
I'll run like you got rabies
F
Dm
F
Faces and cat s and roaches an d dogs
Dm
F
I like old friends that
F
you can't get rid of
Dm
F
The less you possess the
Dm
more freedom you want
From your skin cells to the depths
of your soul
Whatever happened to that son of mine?
C
I raised him from a pup but he's
F
grown to be a swine
C
F
He's not presentable,
he's not respectable
G
Don't be a spy, boy, just go to
Mexico
C
The less you possess,
the more freedom you want
Dm
C
But you're technically a failure
G
Dm
from your toes to your toes
The less you possess,
F
more freedom you want
G
But you're technically a failure
from your toes to your toes
Dm
The less you possess,
C
the more freedom you want
C
But you're technically a failure
Dm
from your toes to your toes
F
The less you possess,
the more freedom you want
G
But you're technically a failure
F
F
from your toes to your toes
C
You
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