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I like to play Hank Williams, Jr
Records Just as loud as they will rock I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Run-D.M.C. And that American pimp, Kid Rock I like Willie, Waylon, George and Merle and alot of ZZ Top I like country, soul, rock-n-roll And I love me some hip hop I'm a redneck rock-n-roll son of Detroit I dont like no new wave Techno bands around I'm a drink a couple dozen beers Go out and jam some gears I'm a long haired rock-n-roll Son of Detroit I got bougart and west coast chopper That sure makes them bitches stare Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat i wear I like 2 cuss, yell, scream. fight And raise all kinds of hell And if you ride to live like i live to ride Then let me hear that rebel yell I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris Make me ill And if someone touches my beaver skins I get mad enought to kill I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck Im a four wheelin maniac And if you wanna race Just name the place And ill show you where its at |
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Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. My name is Kid... Kid Rock! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers The northern lights and the southern comfort And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And all my heroes in the methadone clinics All you bastards at the I.R.S For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the 5th's of stress For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods of the world misunderstood I said it's all good and it's all in fun. Now get in the pit and try to love someone!!! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Kill someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Come on, come on... For the time bombs tickin' and the heads to hang All the gangs gettin' money and all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs, the porno flicks All my homies in the county in Cell Block 6 The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook And for D.B. Cooper and the money he took You can look for answers but that ain't fun. Now get in the pit and try to love someone!!! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Love... And for the hate... And for the peace... War!! Bawitdaba da bang-da-bang diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da banga-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Come on...! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. |
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Cowboy...Cowboy.
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flynt Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a shop at the top of Four Seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy And I'm headin' out west sucker... because I wanna be a... Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away. I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in It goes [whistle] like dust in the wind. Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind. I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-forn-I.A. know why they call me... Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away. Yeah... Kid Rock... you can call me Tex Rollin' Sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a Vette, rolled down my glass And said: "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me... lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor... drink like a Mick My only words of wisdom are just "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin' at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine. |
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You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game, you never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be [...] Uh! I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin' People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed So fuck all you hoes!!!! 'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope muthafucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, the radio I'm comin' from the R O M E O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawn off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes 7 years on wax comin' correct Flat out you diss me punk That's when I pull the strap out. And I get to buck-buck-bucking I'm fuck-fuck-fuckin' your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C E O Role model, your muthafucking H E R O. My motto, "Be Cool: Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A.K.'s straight from the Chinese. What the fuck's goin' on in the D? Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K I D And it's all good I got love for my honkeys We roll thick kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' Platinum I'm goin' Platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. 'Daft Punk Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party. Kid Rock I went from St. Clair shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin' much respect from top record execs. The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out So shut up now or I'll put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot Used to call me bunny when my nose was fuckin' runny Now my fuckin' bunny's gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Muthafuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you I got a brand new team No triple beams it seems like a movie Bought 2 cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi. No more fluzzies only high class hoes A Couple when it rains and a few when it snows A brand new nose to go along with my habit And a garden hose made out of 24 karat Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc You're too old to kid, too soft to rock. Already did what most love shout 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time. I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. Devil. Devil. Devil. Devil. Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high ready to get fly Joe C. Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C, hoe Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe call me sick 3-foot-9 with a 10 foot dick The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wine It's my time, so I'm gonna shine like glass Old as piss, and small as ass Watch me pass smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle. And I'm down with the Devil! Joe C: Say we like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: We like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: Devil without a cause I'm fuckin' platinum. |
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KID ROCK
Living my life in a slow hell Different girl every night at the hotel I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whiskey Wish I had a good girl to miss me Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her (oooooooooooo) SHERYL CROW I called you last night in the hotel Everyone knows but they won't tell But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right I've been waitin' on you for a long time Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine I ain't heard from you in three damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him (oooooooooo) I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him (oooooooooo) I saw you yesterday with an old friend KID ROCK It was the same ole same "how have you been?" BOTH Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey KID ROCK You reminded me of brighter days SHERYL CROW I hoped you were coming home to stay I was headed to church KID ROCK I was off to drink you away BOTH I thought about you for a long time Can't seem to get you off my mind I can't understand why we're living life this way I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you to come back home (ooooooooo) I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you To come back home I just called to say I love you Come back home |
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And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame I played their game And as they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this! (Are you scared?) Devil without a cause, and I'm back With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks 30 packs of Stroh's, 30 pack of hoes No Rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics backs And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum (Sellin' rhymes) I went platinum (Seven times) And still they ill, and wanna see us fry I guess because of "Only God Knows Why" They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where you're at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal And say (hey, hey, hey, hey) I like AC/DC and ZZ Top Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings of Rock Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones (Yeah!) Pass that bottle around I got the rock from Detroit The soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin' pimp With tracks that mack and slap back the wack Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk Rock, the Clash, boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash Flash, flash, flash, flash They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where your at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey) [Spoken] Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr I'm an American bad ass, watch me kick You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place Super fly, livin' double wide Side car my glide so Joe C can ride Full sack to share, bringin flash and flare I got the long hair swingin', middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell I won't live to tell so if you do Give the next generation a big "Fuck you" Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma I said "Fuck high school," pissed on my diploma Smell the aroma, check my hits I know it stinks in here, 'cause I'm the shit They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where you're at Say (hey hey) I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey) Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey) I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black Singin' (hey hey hey hey) From side to side, from front to back Say (hey hey hey hey) I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' (hey hey hey hey) Kid Rock's in the house, and thats where I'm at |
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[scratching]
"Whoo! Thank you very much, couple of songs from our new LP we'd like to do for you right now..." 15 years on this lonely road I paid my own way I carried my own load I never ask too much from no one I was much too proud All I ever wanted Was to play my music for a sold out crowd Bitches money fame They say I had it all 6 foot 1 I walked around like I was 10 feet tall Did you see me shine Where the hell were you now Detroit Rock City back in '99 Stoned out of my mind On that rock n' roll pain train I had to slow things down I live out in the woods now It helps me keep my feet on the ground Life's been good to me so far Hope it's been kind to you Stand strong in the storms of life The sun will always shine on you Now I've been rollin' on love and lust I ride around on this million dollar bus But this is just a bus man I can't sleep at night Man I miss my babies And I'd really like to fuck my wife But she ain't here tonight On that rock n' roll pain train After the lights go down I live out in the woods now It helps me keep my feet on the ground Life's been good to me so far Hope it's been kind to you Stand strong in the storms of life The sun will always shine on you I've seen this train wreck Time and time again I felt its pain I've seen it take my friends You've got to stop and take a look man Or life will pass you by Get you a guitar and a good song That's all you really need to ride On that rock n' roll pain train I can't slow it down The music and the whiskey Don't it make you wanna get loud Life's been good to me so far Hope it's been kind to you Stand strong in the storms of life The sun will always shine on you The sun will always shine on you. "As I mention near the close of the last record, this record you are now playing is another example of the Completion Backward Principle. If you can possibly manage the time, please play both sides at one medium." Let the sun shine Let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you You got to let the sun shine Just let the sun shine down on you Let the sun shine, let the sun shine Let the sun shine down on you Let the sun shine, let the sun shine Let the sun shine down on you. |
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This is the true story about mackin
Check it Times are changin Talk about it More so each year But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here Yeah So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya here me yaaaawwwwn Just drop that top Come on, girl Hey hey hey Well well well well Hey hey hey Well well well well, well Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh And I be catchin them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Posess, never fess, take a guess I be the early mornin stoned pimp Straight limpin, Boone's Farm drinkin At the party big booty pinchin Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine hoe drillin With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much cocaine But now that I'm back, on the block I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night My game's tight, I wish you might Take a bite Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product Fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town Top Dog get down, Uh Radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO Kid Rock I aint's no bitch Ah, yes you are hoe So quit frontin like y'all don't know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino What's up? So get a good look bro, get a good gander I'm made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While you're lookin really gay like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV I be What they call an O-G bitch I'm the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp Say what? One time for you Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatch The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin Early mornin stoned pimpin I been down, been around From the bottom to the top Partyin down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock So ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp Hahaha Hey hey hey Come on yo Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all [Joe C] I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I ain't no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, your vertically blind I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn Till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side Can you feel me stickin Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like John Lee Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama, what With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin the radio, ya look so fine With the boogie drama, yeah Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby Let's get funky, that's my job With the boogie drama, oh yeah Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve With the boogie drama, oh yeah Day in and day out With the boogie drama, oh yeah Let's get funky Come on everybody Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie drama |
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Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused... no joke Got used, smoked dope Paid dues, refused to give up quick Now there's 10 million muthafuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule More jams than a beetle from Liverpool I deliver fool (now who the fuck are you?) I'm Kid fuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, cadilacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid western hoes Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper Fuck the real good girl I got the baddest bitch in the world They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up You think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy You got a Bentley? Wow! I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock, the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold muthafucker They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up. |
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I've been sittin' here, tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback They say that every man bleeds just like me And I feel like number one, yet I'm last in line I watch my youngest son, and it helps to pass the time I take too many pills, it helps to ease the pain I made a couple dollar bills, still I feel the same Everybody knows my name, they say it way out loud A lot of folks fuck with me, it's hard to hang out in crowds I guess that's the price you pay, to be some big shot like I am Outstretched hands and one night stands, still I can't find love And when your walls come tumblin' down I will always be around And when your walls come tumblin' down I will always be around People don't know 'bout the things I say and do They don't understand 'bout the shit that I've been through It's been so long, since I've been home I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long Maybe I forgot, all the things I miss Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this I said it too many times, and I still stand firm You get what you put in, and people get what they deserve Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine I've been giving just ain't been gettin', I've been walking that there line So I think I'll keep on walking, with my head held high I'll keep moving on and only God knows why Only God, only God Only, God knows why Only God, knows, why why why Only God knows why Take me to the river Hey won't you take me to the river Hey hey hey |
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