Guitar - Bibi Bourelly, Jean-Paul Bourelly

Subway cars and graffiti

Al who lives under the bridge by my street

Playing guitar for me, playing guitar for me

Playing guitar for me, playing guitar-ar-ar

I was born and raised on this concrete

Bad ass kids running away from police

Skipping school and niggas smoking weed, hey

Playing guitar for me, playing guitar-ar-ar

And he knew we were gonna be a problem

Eyeing from the streets but he’d never say a thing

He knew we were gonna be a problem

Sipping on his drink but he’d never say a thing

Everyone wanna be a someone

But we’re all too busy having fun

Play that guitar for me, play that guitar for me

Play that guitar for me, play that guitar-ar-ar

And take this gun and kill our dreams, hey

Said the trigger’s softer than it seem

Oh, we run this shit by any means

Play that guitar for me, play that guitar

And he knew we were gonna be a problem

I am from the streets but he’d never say a thing

He knew we were gonna be a problem

Sipping on his drink but he’d never say a thing