Prodigal Son Lyrics by Kid Rock

Prodigal Son Lyrics

    Cuz growin up i was never the logical one
    Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
    With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
    I went looking for fame and yo i've 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
    I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
    Working like a bitch like a god damn tank
    Some disagree because me rents had bank
    But all that's gold non't always glitter
    So i'll take another puff from my one hitter
    I'm a slave tot he trade i'm paid to rhyme
    Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
    Cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
    But i gotta make a lot just to be free
    Please god please i'll pay any cost
    If you'd just stop the world cause i wanna get off
    There's too much hardship there's too much pain
    There's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
    I've been to your mountains i've been to your seaside
    And everywhere i went somebody's wanted a free ride
    But parasites can't 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 i'm such a slick shooter.
    Not a generic dime a dozen m.c.
    Never was in a posse never wanted to be
    Now i've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti
    And won't leave till i've received that 7th sign
    All this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
    But life keeps going on and on and on and on
    The world's end don't worry me
    And i'm gonna get where i'm going just hurry me
    Cause i'm in no rush and i can't stand rushin
    Everything is slow motion like i'm 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 ain't really got that much to say
    I'm a slave to the trade i'm paid to rhyme
    I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time
    I live my life just like the skipper
    But only at night because i'm a day tripper
    Twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
    But still life goes on
    Visions of red shoot through my head
    And i won't stop trippin till the day i'm dead.

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