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| Only God Knows Why I've been sittin' hear 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 now I feel like number one Yet I'm last in life I watch my younger son And it helps to pass the time I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain I made a couple of dollar bills still I feel the same Everybody knows my name They say it way out loud A lot of folks fuck 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 Outskirt stands and one night stands Still I can't find love And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around People don't know about the things I say and do They don't understand about the sh!t 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 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 down that 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's...edge Take me to the river...hey hey hey Bawitdaba Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy My name is KIIIIIIIID, Kid Rock Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gang of freaks, cars packed with speakers The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And my heros in the Methodone Clinic All you b@st@rds at the IRS For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the fifths of stress For the hookers all tricking 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 a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy For the timebombs ticking and the heads that hang All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang Wild mustangs and porno flicks All my homies in the county in cell block six The grits when there ain?t enough eggs to cook And for DB Cooper and 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 a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy For the love, and for the hate And for the peace War Cowboy 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 droptop find a spot to pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy 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 Sip the teajuna (sp?)...I wanna roam Find the old town chillin' fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up 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 Fliece (sp?) And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye 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 d!ck fits right in your @ss" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH 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 Mc (mick...as in Irishman) My only words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit." (Suck My D!ck) I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spendin' 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 Devil Without a Cause You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and 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 dead 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 And f-ck 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 motherf-cker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a d@mn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, f-ck the radio...comin' from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges Up that @ss for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin' correct Flat out...you diss me punk That's when I pull a strap out And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a f-ck-f-ck-f-cking your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this sh!t, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O Role model, your mother-f-cking H-E-R-O My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the f-ck'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 @ss like donkeys Anybody f-ck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire 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 comin' up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that @ss hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot Used to call me dummy when my nose was f-cking runny Now my f-ckin' bunnies gettin' f-ckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherf-ckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the sh!t we talked, all the sh!t we dreamed I did it without you...got a brand new team No triple beams...it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi No more fluzzies...only high class hoes 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 parots that like to squak And they sound like you and all the sh!t 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 go platinum I'm go platinum I'm go platinum We?re going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high...ready to get fly...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 Three foot nine with a ten foot d!ck 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 lead Old as p!ss, but small as @ss Watch me pass...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-@ss voice like Aaron Nevelle And I'm down with The Devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum I Am The Bullgod I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard...lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low...like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink...if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your @ss down before I blast ya one 'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up 'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm forsaken yeah I ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by. These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Everytime that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I?m on the nod I am the bullgod...you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you |
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