KID ROCK - Prodigal Son lyrics

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Cuz growin up I was never the logical one<br>Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son<br>With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped<br>I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back<br>Filled with spite staying high as a kite<br>I was dealin and stealin everything in sight<br>Pool hustling trying to make that green<br>I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13<br>Working like a bitch like a God damn tank<br>Some disagree because me rents had bank<br>But all that's gold non't always glitter<br>So I'll take another puff from my one hitter<br>I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme<br>Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine<br>Cause money, money, money ain't shit to me<br>But I gotta make a lot just to be free<br>Please God please I'll pay any cost<br>If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off<br>There's too much hardship there's too much pain<br>There's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain<br>I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside<br>And everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride<br>But parasites can't fake the rock<br>And any suckers that step in my way are getting shot<br>Cause I hold key to my own success<br>And suckers that step shall be put to rest<br>Yes, I hold the key to my own success<br>And suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,<br>So pass the buddha the funky tie hooter<br>And watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.<br>Not a generic dime a dozen m.c.<br>Never was in a posse never wanted to be<br>Now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti<br>And won't leave till I've received that 7th sign<br>All this talk their gonna drop the bomb,<br>But life keeps going on and on and on and on<br>The world's end don't worry me<br>And I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me<br>Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin<br>Everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin<br>Fussin with the girls they waste my time<br>Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind<br>Crucified by the critics everyday<br>Cause I ain't really got that much to say<br>I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme<br>I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time<br>I live my life just like the skipper<br>But only at night because I'm a day tripper<br>Twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack<br>But still life goes on<br>Visions of red shoot through my head<br>And I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.