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Kid Rock
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| Prodigal Son
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Cause growin up I was never, the logical one
Packed my shit, left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I never went back
Filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
Pool hustling trying to make that green
Ive been ramblin and gamblin since the age thirteen
Working like a bitch, like a god damn tank
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all thats gold dont always glitter
So Ill take another puff from my one hitter
Im a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
Cause money, money, money aint shit to me
But I gotta make a lot just to be free
Im here and Im there
Im Kid Rock bitch and Im everywhere
Im here and Im there
Im Kid Rock hoe and Im everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to God one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Please God please, Ill pay any cost
If youd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
Theres too much hardship and too much pain
Theres too many mother fuckers tryin to get in my brain
Ive been to your mountains
Ive been to your seaside
Everywhere I went somebodys wanted a free ride
But parasites cant fade the Rock
Cause suckers that step in my way will get shot
I hold key to my own success
Suckers that step will be put to rest
I hold the key to my own success
And suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest
So pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
Watch me rip because Im such a slick shooter
Not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
Never was in a posse never wanted to be
Im here and Im there
Im Kid Rock bitch and Im everywhere
Im here and Im there
Im Kid Rock hoe and Im everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
N-N-Now Ive been walkin the earth since the beginning of time
And wont leave till Ive received that seventh sign
All this talk their gonna drop the bomb
But life keeps going on and on and on and on
The worlds end dont worry me
And Im gonna get where Im going, just dont hurry me
Cause Im in no rush and I cant stand rushin
Everything is slow motion like Im trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls, they waste my time
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics, everyday
Cause I really aint got that much to say
Im a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme
I dont wear a watch and I dont keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
But only at night because Im a day tripper
Twitchin, shakin and I get more bass than John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot through my head
And I wont stop trippin till the day Im dead
Im here and Im there
Im Kid Rock bitch and Im everywhere
Im here and Im there
Im Kid Rock hoe and Im everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Yeah...Yeah...Yeah on down
Hey...hey, hey...hey, hey, hey, hey
On down, on down, on down, down, down, down, down
Well, well, well, well
Hey heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy |
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12.Jul.2001 11:07:48 |
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