Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006) by Kid Rock (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

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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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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Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie
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Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie.
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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
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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.
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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.

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.

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.

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

Yeah
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

[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.

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

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.

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