Kid Rock - Prodigal Son Lyrics
Cuz growin up I was never the logical onePacked my shit and left home like the prodigal sonWith a bottle of jack and my shotgun strappedI went looking for fame and yo Ive never been backFilled with spite staying high as a kiteI was dealin and stealin everything in sightPool hustling trying to make that greenIve been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13Working like a ***** like a God damn tankSome disagree because me rents had bankBut all thats gold nont always glitterSo Ill take another puff from my one hitterIm a slave tot he trade Im paid to rhymeBlow all my cash on cheap women and wineCause money, money, money aint shit to meBut I gotta make a lot just to be freePlease God please Ill pay any costIf youd just stop the world cause I wanna get offTheres too much hardship theres too much painTheres too many mother*****ers tryin to get in my brainIve been to your mountains Ive been to your seasideAnd everywhere I went somebodys wanted a free rideBut parasites cant fake the rockAnd any suckers that step in my way are getting shotCause I hold key to my own successAnd suckers that step shall be put to restYes, I hold the key to my own successAnd suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,So pass the buddha the funky tie hooterAnd watch me rip because Im such a slick shooter.Not a generic dime a dozen m.c.Never was in a posse never wanted to beNow Ive neen walkin the earth since the beginning of tiAnd wont leave till Ive received that 7th signAll this talk their gonna drop the bomb,But life keeps going on and on and on and onThe worlds end dont worry meAnd Im gonna get where Im going just hurry meCause Im in no rush and I cant stand rushinEverything is slow motion like Im trippin on tussinFussin with the girls they waste my timeThrashin and bashin going out of my mindCrucified by the critics everydayCause I aint really got that much to sayIm a slave to the trade Im paid to rhymeI dont wear a watch and I dont keep timeI live my life just like the skipperBut only at night because Im a day tripperTwitchin-shakin like corky shootin smackBut still life goes onVisions of red shoot through my headAnd I wont stop trippin till the day Im dead.
