Lyrics:
thing, yo, it's my thing
The way I swing not even an orangutan can
Hang on my DING-DING saved by the bell rang
I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
since an infant cuz he felt so frickin bad
But he kept me under wing so he could reach into my bag
I was twisted of the chalice hadn't added up the facts
make you pay the price
Roger that, I'll pack my bags and be way out of sight
I ran far to the edge of the water
Almost falling, but was caught by
and listen to tongues wag,
i carry my records to the contest in a scum bag.
blind my eye, crippled my ass,
haven't you ever heard of triple bypass.
it's
I've been at the depths too
Sitting in my bedroom
Nuvva bag of (lemo)
And I've already had two
Waking up the neighbours
Listening to my tunes
Me
the fakest love, look what it equated to
Designer bags, Louis, Prada, Gucci can't forget Jimmy Choo
Sick to my stomach, unprepared on these events that ensued
at my rival crew
This 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of Grand Cru
Y'all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies
Kill 'em all one by one
Bend 'em up
mama's help
I can do it by myself
Now all my daddies, holla where you at?
(Can you hold a family down?)
Tell your nannies, go on and pack your bags
wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze
Caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly
Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
They Would Send You Home
By Time You Got In The Door
Hear Mama On The Phone
Damn...
Where Did That Love Go
When We Had Fist Fight
Even When
and a few of
My lines to sedate her
Hm... she grabbed her coat and her bag, we left five minutes later
Yo, if she was a door I wouldn't knock like
on the ocean explosion so you boutta sink
Patch on my eye, death in my sight, cashing in blind while cathing a ride
Arr arr brother en garde
On that booty
was nothing
Let me get back in my bag get me back on my shit give a fuck if a nigga get mad
They never wanted me to go and pop yea they wanted me lost
judging by the fit
That's my mans, go take his dick
That's your friend, go take a flick
I'm just focused on this package
I ain't tripping bout a bitch
I put
Facing the skies
And my eyes
Fixate on a better me
What is an enemy
A person that loves you consumed by their envy
My craft is a masterpiece
You can not
time I'ma die with my eyes wide open
But not yet, I'm breathing, I'm chosen
I'm in the game playin', you on the sidelines hatin'
Hold up, show love
nothing left under my chest
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
Driving by the cops
Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
Everything a hustle when
to make a choice
I got them nervous tics and twitching
With them bloodshot eyes, not
Much of a surprise
Got to bed at five and I'm shot
By nine I'm in
Don't you waste anytime with those bags under your eyes
Put you bag in your hand and run with me
Just to know you're this close
Darlin' I nearly
on a bad day
Down bad, gеt the fuck up out of my way!
And you got me feelin' suicidal
Might go surfing by myself
And if a wavе happens to pull me under
I
I see the hate in their eyes
That's caused by the pride of mine
Of mine
I put my life on the line
But death defies defies defies
Banging is cool
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