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Kid Rock - Prodigal Son Lyrics |
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| Current Rating: None | Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like
the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went
looking for fame and yo I've never been 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 of
13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank
some disagree because me
rents had bank
but all that's gold non't always glitter
so I'll take
another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave tot he trade I'm 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
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 there's too much pain
there's too many
motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been
to your seaside
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but
parasites can't fake the Rock
and any suckers that step in my way are getting
shot
cause I hold key to my own success
and suckers that step shall be put
to rest
yes, 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
and
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
now I've neen walkin the
earth since the beginning of ti
and won't leave till I've received that 7th
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 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 ain't really got that much
to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm 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 like corky shootin smack
but
still life goes on
visions of red shoot through my head
and I won't stop
trippin till the day I'm dead.
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