Lyrics:
on 12th and Reed
(Uhh huh)
Treating lil shorty like a queen but really she shouldn't even got to fuck with me
You know Drench he finna give the people what
Omelly outside and he let out with the Mac
Me I'm in the crowd
Just chillin fallin back
Peepin out the scene, I see a hater I react
Like you don't want no
Where I come from
Yungens got they own bag
Do they own werk
Take out they own trash
Where I come from
Suckas don’t get a pass
You affiliated
shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
You see me rollin', Mack-10
lickin spit from your clit
Everything that gets old
It get's over rated
Old to me, just means out dated
I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit
our own plate
I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours
Process, mama moping like Jerry
Meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over
time
I just go in the booth, I don't think about rhymes
Counted me out, I did not have a dime
Took a bitch on a date and she wasted my time
I fell in
My old lady she kept telling me that all she wants to do is settle down
Oh, but I was born a ramblin' man and I bet that you can guess how that turned
took it seriously
Thousands have died
Don your so incompetent
No surprise
I got a letter for the president
It reads; shut up
All you speak is lies
to you guys just give me a call back
It's Krispy Kris by the way
Alright bye
With the boys sitting by the lake
We getting drunk and we don't care about
When you working with me
It's a writing exam, I watch out for ya flowing, ya cadence, vocabulary
When I spit homeboy it's like a god damn dictionary
I
' of a lunatic wastin' by the way
It really wasn't worth it, all the things you had to say
Tell me was it really worth it when your life just slipped away
took it seriously
Thousands have died
Don your so incompetent
It's no surprise
I got a letter for the president
It reads; shut up
All you speak is lies
properly
I'm a bit odd, like some type of an anomaly
How you doin' today? Let me tend to your listening needs
From the 3-2-1, I go by the name Reed
Yeah, I'm
to work, gonna get dirty
Should've stayed in, instead I went out
But I oughta know that by now
Had me a girl but it went south
Whatever was workin'
of Thirty three
For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me
He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble to the sea
But river while you're ramblin
up the challenge in the year of Thirty three
For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me
He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble
Meatball on the beat
Shawty took my penjamin, I had to get high again
Last time I checked, weed's my natural vitamin
Anytime you're over and my bitch is by
Gates
Tony Dungy, in the winner's circle waiting for me
My life with Christ, bound for greatness
Just like Jerry Rice
You kept me warm on the coldest
gay
Way out on a mountainside we'll laugh and sing all day
Poison love from a magic cup
Trouble follows when you drink up
My visions of love have
gay
Way out on a mountainside we'll laugh and sing all day
Poison love from a magic cup
Trouble follows when you drink up
My visions of love have
the breeze
Like the aching song through the trees
Like the cattails out on the reeds in the cold
Hold
What a gift to be here now beside you
Even if it's only
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
with me
I just took off by a thousand, look at me
I don't got a doo-doo, I got a peepee
Kick that nigga off the bike if he look at me
This bitch
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