Kid Rock Kid Rock - Prodigal Son Lyrics

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
Packed my s___ and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo Ive never been back
Filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
Pool hustling trying to make that green
Ive been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
Working like a b____ like a God d___ tank
Some disagree because me rents had bank
But all thats gold nont always glitter
So Ill take another puff from my one hitter
Im a slave tot he trade Im paid to rhyme
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
Cause money, money, money aint s___ to me
But I gotta make a lot just to be free
Please God please Ill pay any cost
If youd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
Theres too much hardship theres too much pain
Theres too many m_________ers tryin to get in my brain
Ive been to your mountains Ive been to your seaside
And everywhere I went somebodys wanted a free ride
But parasites cant fake the rock
And any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
Cause I hold key to my own success
And suckers that step shall be put to rest
Yes, I hold the key to my own success
And suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
So pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
And 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 be
Now Ive neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti
And wont leave till Ive received that 7th sign
All this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
But life keeps going on and on and on and on
The worlds end dont worry me
And Im gonna get where Im going just hurry me
Cause Im in no rush and I cant stand rushin
Everything is slow motion like Im trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls they waste my time
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday
Cause I aint really got that much to say
Im a slave to the trade Im paid to rhyme
I dont wear a watch and I dont keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
But only at night because Im a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
But still life goes on
Visions of red shoot through my head
And I wont stop trippin till the day Im dead.