Roadie (Clean Version)

Well it's 3 p m time to lock the gate

Gotta get it on the stage

My muscles flex my f*ckin' sweat will save the day

When I check the mic I f*ckin' check the mic

I f*ckin' checka-checka one two three

I plug it in I make a sound as good as can be

Cause the rockers rock but the roadies roll

Gotta take the mic because I take control

Gotta get that sh*t up on that f*ckin' stage

Because the roadie knows what the roadie knows

And the roadie knows that he wears black clothes

And he hides off in the shadows off the stage

Because the roadie

Looks a thousand miles with his eyes

And when the crowd roars

Brings a teardrop to the roadie's eyes

Tears are cried

Because he brought you the show

But you will never know

He's changing the strings

While hiding in the wings

No matter how hard the show must go on

Then a beautiful girl come to me

She say "Hey can I sucka your dick "

I say "Yays I am in love"

Then she quickly say "I sucked your dick

Now give me that backstage pass

I do not want you roadie I want KG's chode"

I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams

Without me there'd be no sound from those amps

Without me there'd be no lights on the stage

But you don't applaud for me

No I am the roadie

Lonesome warrior searching for the soul

No I am the roadie

I make the rock go

Roadie roadie roadie