Prodigal Son

Kid Rock

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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
    I've 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 that's gold don't always glitter
    So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
    I'm a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme
    Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
    Cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
    But I gotta make a lot just to be free

    I'm here and I'm there
    I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
    I'm here and I'm there
    I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm 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, I'll pay any cost
    If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
    There's too much hardship and too much pain
    There's too many mother fuckers tryin to get in my brain
    I've been to your mountains
    I've been to your seaside
    Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
    But parasites can't 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 I'm such a slick shooter
    Not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
    Never was in a posse never wanted to be

    I'm here and I'm there
    I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
    I'm here and I'm there
    I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere

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    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 I've been walkin the earth since the beginning of time
    And won't leave till I've received that seventh sign
    All this talk their gonna drop the bomb
    But life keeps going on and on and on and on
    The world's end don't worry me
    And I'm gonna get where I'm going, just don't hurry me
    Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
    Everything is slow motion like I'm 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 ain't got that much to say
    I'm a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme
    I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time
    I live my life just like the skipper
    But only at night because I'm 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 I'm dead

    I'm here and I'm there
    I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
    I'm here and I'm there
    I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm 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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