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My veins are poppin′ from this love inside
I just can′t let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They′ve got me on the wrong route
What is my life about?
Living in the shadows of a man I′ve never seen
And dreamin′ like a lonley child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime?
Cause I been missin′ you
I′ve never heard you cry
I′ve never seen you why
I′m feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I′ve done
I′m diein′ in the shadows of this man I′ve never seen
I′ll see you soon
Now wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, my gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
I′ts God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeahhhh heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But I′m me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I′ll cry
And I will prey and then I′ll cry
And I will prey and then I′ll cry
And I will prey and then I′ll cry

@ Kid Rock

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It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It′s the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn′t have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

[Chorus:]
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ′bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She′ll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We′d blister in the sun
We couldn′t wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ′bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I′ll hear that song and I′ll start to sing along
And think man I′d love to see that girl again

[Repeat Chorus x2]

Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

@ Kid Rock

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It′s another night in hell
Another child won′t live to tell
Can you imagine what it′s like to starve to death

And as we sit free and well
Another soldier has to yell
Tell my wife and children I love them in his last breath

C′mon now amen, amen, amen

Habitual offenders, scumbag lawyers with agendas
I′ll tell you sometimes people I don′t know what′s worse
Natural disasters or these wolves in sheep clothes pastors
Now damn it I′m scared to send my children to church
And how can we seek salvation when our nations race relations
Got me feeling guilty of being white
But faith in human nature, our creator and our savior, I′m no saint
But I believe in what is right

C′mon now amen, amen
I said amen, amen

Stop pointing fingers and take some blame,
Pull your future away from the flame
Open up your mind and start to live
Stop short changing your neighbors
Living off hand outs and favors, and maybe
Give a little bit more than you got to give

Simplify, testify, identify, rectify
And if I get high stop being so uptight
It′s only human nature and I am not a stranger
So baby won′t you stay with me tonight

[INSERT JAPANESE TRANSLATION]

It′s a matter of salvation from them patience up above,
So don′t give up so damn easy on the one you love, one you love
Somewhere you got a brother, sister, friend, grandmother, niece or nephew
Just dying to be with you
You know there′s someone out there who unconditionally, religiously, loves you
So just hold on ′cause you know it′s true
And if you can take the pain
And you can withstand anything, and one day
Stand hand in hand with the truth

I said amen, I said amen
I said amen, I said amen,

Amen-

@ Kid Rock

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Yeah
And I′ve set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We′ve travel 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 Im back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 pack of Strohs
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 and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
I′m goin′ platnum
Sellin′ rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why why why why why

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh

@ Kid Rock

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I got the
I got them love sick blues ya′ll
Man, I can′t find my baby
I think she took off with another man
I been around the world looking twice

You know I checked in New York City
On the streets and on the subways
And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me
I looked out in the Hamptons thought she′d be hangin′ with them rich folks
But no she wasn′t anywhere hangin′ on the east coast

I wish my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby come home
I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home
Man you know I love that girl

I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia
Honey if you hear this, please know I′m looking for ya
I checked with all my rebel friends
I′ve looked around for weeks
And I swear until I find her I won′t eat and I won′t sleep

I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home

I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn′t find a damn thing
So I looked in California - up and down the coast
I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn′t even close
Never found nothin′
So, I came home, home to Detroit City
And there she was sittin′ on my porch - My baby looked so pretty

Now my baby′s back home
Yea my baby came home
Yea my baby′s back home
I′m so happy that my baby is finally home

@ Kid Rock

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Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew′o fly slimmys
hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
not wacked I don′t try to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I′d rock 2 the -and rip shit up
An now I′ve toured this nation
pimp of the nation
pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches, they think I′m sexist
but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
and gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash
invite me to a party and your house′ll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
I′m shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like
Every time fuck I don′t eat no manwich
kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
Somebody said I′m the best in the Mo-town
but this town ain′t shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
bitch I′m the best in the mother fuckin Midwest
Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it
sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than fuckin White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn′t pushed for shit
so Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick
Cuz I′m rippin like a chainsaw
yes I′m that raw laughin′ at ya suckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That′s how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat

@ Kid Rock

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Cruisin′ thru town in my jacked up truck
eyes open cuz I′m scopin′ for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth
Now get, get with it looked across the street
I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat
rolled up on the freak and I started to speak
But before I could talk she go grabbed my dick
licked her lips and started talkin that porno shit
She said look here I know you′re Kid Rock
then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallow your cock"
Well blow me up and then blow me down
cuz I think i just found the biggest freak in town
And now I can′t wait to get her back to my house
set her down on her knees and put my balls in her mouth
[Chorus]
Balls in your mouth
balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your mouth"
Back to my crib with no delay
big grin on my grill and not much to say
Except her yo bitch how′s about
I drop my my drawers and put my balls in your mouth
Next the cutie started rubbin my back
then she put a finger right between my booty crack
So I grabbed her wrist quick and said hold up slut
"Ain′t nobody stickin mothin in my butt"
Now right then I knew I had a ho and a half
and all I could do is sit back and laugh
Stare at the cceiling thinking about
this chick I just met′s got my balls in her mouth
[Chorus]
Balls in your mouth
balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your mouth"
After I busted my nuts I drove her to the cut
she said "I hope you don′t think that I′m a big slut,
And please don′t tell anyone what we′ve been thru"
Next day I told the whole fuckin crew
Spread the news thru the whole damn town
and to the chick it musta got back around
So I told the ho sorry and tried to make amends
but she tried to front me in front of my friends
Runnin off at the lip talking all that shit
that I′m a bitch I′m a prick and that I got a small dick
I just waited till she walked away to shout
"Fuck you bitch, u had my balls in your mouth!"

@ Kid Rock

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Black chic white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don’t know but yo it never phased me
But either way heres one tail
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie (sp?) and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that’s just the way shit was
Couldn’t change it couldn’t rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and whatten
That day came the two started fuckin′
All the time you know kids habit′s
Every single day fuckin′ like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin′ in the window and fuckin′ all night see
Fuckin′ during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin′ on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came “I′m pregnant”
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have been wrong
But one thing′s for sure it really fucked his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck ′em they don’t know the half of it

Ain′t no sunshine when you′re low
I′m low
People tell me life′s a game I′m not playin′
Bitches don’t mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I′m still standin′

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chic with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin′ nigger
Still seein′ that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her

@ Kid Rock

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A bottle of jack′s got my manager grinnin′
yeah that′s me that keeps the turntables spinniN′
I′m countin cards and I keep on winnin′
I know God hates me cuz I′m always sinnin′
U don′t know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
you′ll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin′
makin a lotta money but don′t let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
and I don′t give a fuck u can′t buy my tape in K-Mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I′d be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague
but still I′d look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude
and send ya runnin′ playin′ pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
Cuz I′m the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
and I′m a tear shit up like they did in South Central
Son of a bitch I′m the son of a bitch
nobody ever loved u so you′re the son of a dick
I′m a product of a young girl top in her class
you′re a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past it′s old and dusty
so from now on I′m callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
so now I′m gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue′s got white hair
An yo buck won′t you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I′ll pick her up at 10

@ Kid Rock