Don't Tell Me How To Live lyrics - Kid Rock (feat. Monster Truck)
[Kid Rock (Monster Truck):]
Fuck all you hoes!
Detroit 'til I die, motherfucker!
Talkin' all that bullshit!
(Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!)
[Kid Rock:]
I'm a moonshine sipper, straight slippin' in the darkness
Far from heartless, I'm more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed, no, I've never been the smartest
But make no mistake, I hit the fucking hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later, bitch, I still fucking mean it
Bucka bucka, you ain't never met a motherfucker like this
Kiss my ass, then you can suck a dick
Sideways, my way or the highway, listen up
Ain't nothing changed here, I still don't give a fuck
So what the fuck's up with all the backlash?
You snowflakes, here's a news flash!
[Monster Truck:]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!
[Kid Rock:]
Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see
That every kid got a motherfuckin' trophy
But, yo, homie, here's the situation:
A nation of pussies is our next generation!
And these minions and their agendas
Every opinion has a millennial offended
But this amendment one, it rings true
And if you don't dissent, bitch, then see number two
Ain't nothin' new: right church, wrong pew
Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom of my motherfuckin' shoe
I'm the last of a few still screamin', "Fuck you!"
[Monster Truck:]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!
Oh, I'm gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I got the heart of a lion
I get stronger every day
[Kid Rock:]
You'll never tell me shit, you'll never flip my script
Because I'm more outrageous than the Vegas strip
You're like Mayberry, bitch, I'm hard and crisp
High-risk hillbilly, but I'm filthy rich
You're like Milli Vanilli, kinda silly and shit
I'm like Shotgun Willie, smokin' Phillies and shit
I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen, bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' boss
James Dean shit, I'm more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I slang more dick
I twang more riffs, I slide through grass
I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
Pass the mic, I'm like Sloe Gin Fizz
It ain't nobody, it ain't nobody
[Monster Truck:]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!
We The People lyrics - Kid Rock
We the people in all we do
Reserve the right to scream "Fuck you"
(Hey-yeah) ow
(Hey-yeah) huh
"Wear your mask, take your pills"
Now a whole generation's mentally ill
(Hey-yeah) man, fuck Fauci
(Hey-yeah)
But COVID's near, it's coming to town
We gotta act quick, shut our borders down
Joe Biden does, the media embraces
Big Don does it and they call him racist
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people
Fuck Facebook, fuck Twitter too
And the mainstream media, fuck you too, too, too
(Woo) yeah, you
We the people (ooh, yeah)
We the people
Inflation's up, like the minimum wage
So it's all the same, it ain't a damn thing changed
(Hey-yeah
Hey-yeah)
You piece of shit, I don't see color
"Black lives matter", no shit motherfucker
(Hey-yeah
Hey-yeah)
But we gotta keep fighting for the right to be free
And every human being doesn't have to agree
We all bleed red, brother, listen to me
It's time for love and unity
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people
Fuck CNN, fuck TMZ
And you social media trolls, y'all can suck on deez (deez)
Deez nuts, that's what's up
We the people (ha-ha)
If you down with love and wanna make things better
All we gotta do is just come together
Weather the storm, and take my hand
Then follow my lead to the promised land
'Cause we the people, we gotta unite
To follow that good time guiding light
Climb aboard this love boat
And rock that bitch up and down the coast
In order to form a more perfect union
Do ordain and establish this constitution for the United States of America
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people (ooh, let's go Brandon)
We the people
Standing up, and standing tall
'Cause it's all for one and it's one for all
All, all, all
We the people (ooh)
We the people
Let's go Brandon
Let's go Brandon
Let's go Brandon
Let's go Brandon
My Kind Of Country lyrics - Kid Rock
My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK (ooh sunshine)
An N-double-ACP and a NRA (ooh sunshine)
My kind of country has a place where the buffalo roam
A Buddy Guy, old Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone
My kind of country has a George Jones, crazy and wild
Drinking White Lightning like it was going out of style
My kind of country has a Waylon on a nicotine high
Back when he was the only daddy that would walk the line
I like it loud, I like it real
With a little bit of fiddle and a cowboy picking some steel guitar
I like it proud but it's gotta feel
Somewhere between Muscle Shoals and Bakersfield
I like it funky with a whole lotta blues and soul (whole lotta blues and soul)
My kind of country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (yeah, yeah, hey)
My kind of music, you know I'd play it for free (oh yeah)
But it sure sound better with the record man paying me
My kind of music give the people what they deserve
'Cause money is the devil and fame is a four-letter word (oh yeah)
I like it loud, I like it real
It's gotta make you shake, your feet stomp, and your hands clap (ooh-ooh)
I like it proud but it's got to feel (got to feel)
Like a [?] or a honky tonk bar in the back
I like it funky like some old-school rolling stone (rolling stone, yeah)
My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah, yeah)
My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah)
Hey-hey-hey, rock 'n' roll (oh, oh yeah)
Bad Reputation lyrics - Kid Rock
I got them womens, I got my friends
I got that fuck you money that I ain't afraid to spend
I got the hook 'em, I got the juice
A big-ass honky tonk and tonight I'm busting loose
So what I'm drunk? That ain't no crime
I got a bad reputation for a real good time, woo
I'm in the papers, I'm in the news
Fuck all the haters and them iPhone camera crews
Bring on the strippers, pour me a shot
Rehab's for quitters and there's one thing I'm definitely not
I'm talking shit, I'm spitting rhymes
I got a bad reputation for a real good time
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation
Let's do some shots, you're looking fine
I got a bad reputation for a real good time
I got guns, I got jets
I'm having shit tons of fun but I ain't done yet
You wanna bet, lay down some cash
I'm rolling sevens like a legend, baby, don't front
Pass me some gravy, that jug of wine
I got a bad reputation for a real good time
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
Talking bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation
Let's smoke some weed, let's sip some shine
I got a bad reputation for a real good time
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
So bad, so bad (for a real good time)
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation (hey, yeah)
Let's smoke a bowl, let's drink some wine
Let's rock 'n' roll, we're running outta time
Let's get loud tonight y'all
And leave our troubles behind
Never Quit lyrics - Kid Rock
I'm gonna dig deeper, tote guns, smoke reefer
You young punks are stunned, so I'ma gonna make you all believers
You bottom feeders and social media sluts
I'm still the salt and the swing, the king of don't give a fuck
Famalam, I don't give a damn (hey)
Uncle Sam, I still love this man
Yes ma'am, I know you like it hot
So let's ride
I'ma gonna fight like a G, they all gon' see
And if I die I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone I never quit
No, I never quit
(Hey, hey)
If you're feeling funky say (hey, hey)
If you love your country say (hey, hey)
If you're making money say hey
(Hey, hey)
If you're smoking drugs (hey, hey)
If you're stoned in love (hey, hey)
Praise God above
Our Father who art in heaven
I'ma gonna fight like a G, they all gon' see
And if I die I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone I never quit
No, I never quit
I'ma gonna fight like a G, they all gon' see
And if I die I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone
I'ma gonna fight like a G, they all gon' see
And if I die I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone I never quit
(Tell everyone) no, I never quit
(Tell everyone) no, I'll never quit
(Tell everyone) I'll never quit
(Tell everyone) I'll never quit
Shakedown lyrics - Kid Rock (feat. Robert James)
I live my life on the edge
Party like a rock star
Pedal to the floor
And it doesn't matter how far
Ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
Somebody gon' get it tonight (come on)
I'm the cold cash money kid making mistakes
The taking the money troubadour whacking the brakes
Slapping snowflakes, straight breaking the frauds
Fuck Superman, I'm a man of God
The never-bitten, hard-hitting, hair-splitting sprinter
The ever-loving sex kitten colder than winter
The faster than a jet plane, can't you see?
Ain't nobody stopping me
I live my life on the edge
Party like a rock star
Pedal to the floor
And it doesn't matter how far
Ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
Somebody gon' get it tonight, come on
(Hey)
Party like a rock star
(Hey)
Misled stocks and hearts, said I'm breaking 'em
Bloodshed marks the spot where I'm laying 'em
Slaying you suckers like a dragon (dragon)
Kicking y'all ass right off the bandwagon
I ain't bragging, it's a well-known fact
I back-slap the wack and dollar bills I stack
Don't take no flack from you wanna-bes
Ain't nobody stopping me
I live my life on the edge
Party like a rock star
Pedal to the floor
And it doesn't matter how far
Ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
Somebody gon' get it tonight, come on
(Hey)
Party like a rock star
(Hey)
Ain't nobody stopping me
Shakedown (hey)
Shakedown (hey)
Shakedown (hey)
Ain't nobody stopping me
Rockin' lyrics - Kid Rock
Sing a song for the sinners
Sing a song for the saints
The ones still living
And the ones that ain't
Sing a song for the lonely
Sing a song for truth
Sing along with me, baby
And I'll sing along with you
Rocking like a boat out on the water
Rocking like the records we used to play
Rocking to a little Bob Seger and Marvin Gaye
Rocking, rocking my life away
Sing a song for the small towns
Sing one for the city
Sing a song for the nights alone
The good times and the whiskey
Sing a song for the road crew
Sing one for the band
Sing this song together, tonight
We might never be here again
Rocking like a Sunday church revival
Rocking, rocking in the USA
Rocking from New York city to the San Francisco Bay, hey
Rocking, rocking my life away
(Rocking my life away, my life away
My life away, my life away)
Rocking on the porch with my granddaughter
Rocking, how I love to watch her play
Oh, rocking, hey baby I wish that I could stay
Oh, oh
But I'm rocking, rocking my life away
Yeah, rocking, rocking my life away
Yes, I am, yes, I am
Rocking, rocking my life away (rocking my life)
Rocking, rocking my life away (hey)
I'm rocking, rocking my life away
The Last Dance lyrics - Kid Rock
The sun is falling
But love's still calling
Put on that red dress, baby knows
Old saddle shoes
Your eyes are sparkling
You look lovely darling
And I can't take my eyes off you
One last time, I wanna spin you around
Rock-n-rolling
Driving like it's stolen
Put our worries in the rear view, babe
And fall in love again, yeah
Drinking and dancing
Down at the White Horse Inn
Pull me close like you used to do
The sound of summer (shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo)
When we were younger
Bopping and rocking the blue suede shoes
I don't ever, ever wanna slow down
Rock-n-rolling
Driving like it's stolen
Put our worries in the rear view, babe
And fall in love again, yeah
When the lights go down and music fades
Take my hand, don't be afraid
Don't hit the brakes, don't hit the brakes
Driving like it's stolen
Rock-n-rolling
Put our worries in the rear view
And fall in love again
(Fall in love again) rock-n-rolling
(Fall in love again) rock-n-rolling
(Fall in love again and again and again, yeah) rock-n-rolling
(Ooh yeah, yeah)
Rock-n-rolling (love me, baby)
Rock-n-rolling (hold me, baby)
Rock-n-rolling (oh yeah, yeah)
See You Again lyrics - Kid Rock
I miss your smiling face in the morning
And you been more to me than a friend
Ooh, how I miss your sweet voice calling
But I know one day I'll see you again
I'll see you again
Your kindness kept me close in the darkness
You were my guiding light till the end
And just like that now it seems you're the farthest
But I know one day I'll see you again
And when this world can seem so heartless
I dream of your sweet voice now and then
I lost my way the day you departed
I can't help it, I miss my friend
Again, I'll see you again
Again, I'll see you again
Again, I'll see you again
Again, I'll see you again
Still Somethin' lyrics - Kid Rock
I remember I was eight years old
With a blank tape waiting by the radio
Come on man, play Back in Black
I wanna play it back on repeat
I remember Panama City
Long nights with the girl named Christy
She took me down to the Paradise City
Then up on Cripple Creek
There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Muscle Shoals to Abbey Road
Sweet Child to Sweet Home
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll) (rock 'n' roll)
I saw Journey at the big Colosseum
No dancing, no lip syncing
I tell you this, don't fight the feeling
And don't stop believing
There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Foot stomping to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Muscle Shoals to Abbey Road
Sweet Child to Sweet Home
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll, whoa)
Keep on rocking me baby
Keep on rocking me baby
Keep on rocking, keep on rocking
Keep on rocking me babe
Keep on rocking me baby
Keep on rocking me baby
Keep on rocking, keep on rocking me baby
Still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Muscle Shoals to Abbey Road
Sweet Child to Sweet Home
Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
People, if you're ready
And you know you can do it
And you feel good tonight
Please report to the dancefloor
She's Your Baby (Now Rock Her) lyrics - Kid Rock
Even when she's bitching and she's giving you sass
Tell her that you love her 'cause bad news travels fast
(Yeah) you better treat her right
(Yeah, yeah) and keep her warm at night
(No) amount of bars could stop her
So count your stars and thank the good Lord that you got her (boo hey)
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Rock her bye bye baby with me
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Better rock her ASAFP (oh yeah)
(No) even if she's nagging at you night and day (oh, oh, yeah)
You better circle up the wagons and don't let her slip away (woo-hoo)
(Yeah) you better treat her right now
(Yeah, yeah) you better hold on tight now
(Oh yeah) [?] could stop her
So count your stars and thank the good Lord that you got her (oh yeah yeah)
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Rock her bye bye baby with me
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Better rock her ASAFP (alright, alright)
(Yeah) you better take her dancing
(Yeah) make her the star attraction
(Yeah) you better give her what she needs
You better get her down deep in between the sheets
(Get her down deep, yeah)
Get her down deep and give her what she needs, oh yeah
(Oh yeah)
(Hey, ah-ah
Ooh yeah yeah yeah nah)
(Hey yeah) you better keep her laughing
(Hey) and find the love reaction
(No) no [?] could stop her
So count your stars and thank the good Lord
That you got, got got got, got
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Rock her bye bye baby with me
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Better rock her ASAFP (rock her yeah yeah)
Rock her, yeah
Come on, come on, come on
Rock her, yeah
Rock her baby (rock her baby)
Rock her baby (rock her baby)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Never Enough lyrics - Kid Rock
Never enough money in the bank
There's never enough gas in the tank
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
There's never enough bullets in the clip
There's never enough whiskey on your lips
Is there baby?
Don't it drive you crazy?
Never enough, never enough
Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch
The stronger the drug, the longer the rush
When it comes to your love, too much
Ain't never enough
There's never enough powder on the plate
There's never enough time when you're late
But we keep running
We keep gunning
There's never enough, never enough
Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch
The stronger the drug, the longer the rush
When it comes to your love, too much
Is never enough
There's never enough friends when you're down
There's enough love to spread around
I don't know why but I wanna testify, yeah
There's never enough, never enough
Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch
The stronger the drug, the longer the rush
When it comes to your love, too much
Is never enough
Is never enough (never enough)
Is never enough (never enough)
Is never enough (never enough)
Everything To Me lyrics - Kid Rock
I'm tired and ain't been sleeping
And right now I'm barely breathing
Reaching for you but you're not there
I miss your conversation
The way you taste, your smiling face and
These pictures hurt when I sit and stare
And oh, you're so beautiful to me
And I have been so blind I couldn't see
I've been lying to you baby
I've been dying inside lately
Lord knows I been lying to myself
So selfish I could kill me
So empty I feel filthy
I took your love and placed it on the shelf
Well oh, you're so beautiful
And I can't help myself
You been the voice of reason
I've been up late night preaching
You took the fall each time I fell
But still you stayed and loved me
And right now with God up above me
I swear he saved me from myself
And oh, you're so beautiful and deep
And I've been chasing things that I don't need
I've been lying to you baby
I've been dying inside lately
Lord knows I been lying to myself
So selfish I could kill me
So helpless I feel filthy
I took the first step but Lord knows I need twelve
And oh, you're so beautiful
And I can't help myself
And I know I'm no stranger to the rain
So don't be trying to wash away the pain
Wash away the pain
I've been lying to you baby
Half dying, crying crazy
And Lord knows I've been lying to myself
So selfish I could kill me
So empty I feel filthy
I tried it my way but this time I need help
And I pray someday love will set us free
And even if this wasn't meant to be
Please know you are everything
Everything to me
Cold Beer lyrics - Kid Rock
Well, I'd turn on the radio
If they were playing songs
Instead of talking politics
How everything is going wrong
Yeah, I heard somebody popped too many pills
Man, it must be tough having money and living in Beverly Hills
Well, just give me some cold beer
That's all I need
I'll stir up some fire logs
And the set the campfire ashes free
Into the sky (into the sky)
Watch 'em dance with the fireflies (fireflies)
Hanging around (shoop), knocking 'em down (shoop)
And tossing cans into the fire
Yeah, tonight I think I'll just kick up my feet
And get me some cold beer, that's all I need
There ain't nothing on the TV
But the signs of war
All the talk about global warming
Keeps on heating me up to the core
Yeah, I'm sick and tired of the lies they're trying to feed
And we need some change and it might seem strange
Instead of taking a knee
Just give me some cold beer
Of sarsaparilla tree
And I'll stir up some fire logs
And the set the campfire ashes free
Into the sky (into the sky)
Watch 'em dance with the fireflies (fireflies)
Hanging around (shoop), knocking 'em down (shoop)
And tossing cans into the fire
Yeah, tonight I think I'll just kick up my feet
And get me some cold beer, that's all I need
(Shoop) there's a campfire (shoop) burning bright
Somewhere outside (shoop) of town (outside of town)
(Ah, shoop) if you're not looking for love tonight (shoop)
And you just wanna hang around
Well I got some cold beer
And some Swisher Sweets
I'll stir up some firelogs
To set the campfire ashes free
Into the sky (into the sky)
Watch 'em dance with the fireflies (fireflies)
Hanging around (shoop), knocking 'em down (shoop)
And tossing cans into the fire
Yeah, tonight I think I'll just kick up my feet
All alone in moonlight without you next to me
Give me some cold beer
That's all I need
Ala-Fuckin'-Bama lyrics - Kid Rock
(Ala-fucking-bama)
She wore a pink 'Bama durag, smacking on juicy fruit
A red clay sticking to her Timberland boots
A tail white t-shirt showing off her Talladega tan
I said, "Darling where you from?", she said, "Watch your tongue, don't you know that I am"
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
Tell me what's it to ya?
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama, 'Bama, ow
I said, "Slow down sister, I'm a God-fearing man
You know I grew up on Skynyrd and I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow, baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute the way you say it with pride, ow"
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
From her boots to her bandana, Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama, 'Bama
Yeah
Yeah, I'm talking
It's a little south of my company down there
I can roll with the flow, baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute, the way you say it with pride
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
Baby, open up a can of Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama, 'Bama
Ala-fucking-bama
She screams Ala-fucking-bama
Open up a can of Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Am What I Am lyrics - Kid Rock
I don't hang with snowflakes, big fakes or suck-ups
I roll with the gangsters, rednecks and fuck-ups
Dropping them caddies and jacking them trucks up
Hunting and fishing, you know what's up
Hanging these bucks up, straight Boone and Crockett
Rocking the mic just like white chocolate
Been the game since we was flipping cassettes
And you still ain't met a motherfucking like me yet, huh
I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
(I am what I am) damn it feels good
Damn it feels good
I like truck stop chicken, pickles and french fries
All kinds of women, skinny or thick thighs
No mirage baby, open your eyes
I got a camouflaged double wide up on the hillside
So fly you could call me the fliest
So high you could call me your highness
So what if I'm over the hill? Come on
Say I won't 'cause motherfucker I will
I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
Damn it feels good
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
Damn it feels good
The Nashville I Know lyrics - Kid Rock
There's a line at the door full of underage whores
And the bouncer lets 'em on by
There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank
But it sounds more like bad Barney Fife
And the bar's filled with dudes raised with silver spoons
Hanging out of their mouths
And the girls are all bitches just digging for gold
Trying to get my dumb poor ass to buy them a round
And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
And they make me just wanna go home
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
Baby, this ain't the Nashville I know
Some dude gave a high-five to his buddy's new highlights
"I swear bro, I can't see your roots"
And they're both scared to dance 'cause some fucktard in France
Designed their new lizardskin boots
And the girls think it's cool when the guys act like tools
And pick fights with guys smaller than they are
I wish they'd start shit with me, I'd knock out their whitened teeth
And piss on their Hollywood sportscar
And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
And they make me just wanna go home
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
Honey, this ain't the Nashville I know
I'm sick of these pop stars pretending
Somebody must've forgot to mention
To bring a chain for my wallet and gel for my hair
On the way to the douchebag convention
Shit
And you could bet your ass I won't be leaving
I just hope that I'll witness the end
Of these jerk-offs and metros and debutante skanks
And get the Nashville I know back again
Fifty lyrics - Kid Rock
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
Some say I'm old as fuck
Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey
'Cause goddamn pandemic suck
I guess I'm fucking fifty
No need to look it up
Well I might be fucking fifty
But I still don't give one fuck
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
But I'm still standing tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can't see and I'm going bald
I guess I'm fucking fifty
But I'm better off than you
Well I might be fucking fifty
But your mom still thinks I'm cool, woo
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
I'm through drinking and blacking out
No more talking shit about Oprah
Or fighting at the Waffle House
I guess I'm fucking fifty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be fucking fifty
But this dick's still long and lean
Alright
Ah shit
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
No more groupies o-on the bus (I gotta chill)
I don't hang much more with outlaws
I spend more time at Toys-R-Us
I guess I'm fucking fifty
But that's okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my granddaughter on my knee
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
And as I stare down fifty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can't remember fucking one
I guess I'm fucking fifty
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be fucking fifty
I think I just shit my pants
Well I guess I'm fucking fifty
Getting old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs twenty bucks
I guess I'm fucking fifty
But I still ain't no lame duck
And if the critics still don't dig me, fuck 'em
They can get deez nuts, yeehaw
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