gift of gab From the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics back And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum Sellin rhymes I
within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band ~ Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes ~ She said "I'll turn you
But now I know it's true Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you I'm waiting for you, baby I'm sitting all alone I feel so cold without you It chills me
up throw em up roll em up things I last. [Richter] Ha ha ha my lifes kinda funny man. Been everywhere smoke can out from michigan. I heads spinning yo I think I
still more independent. Mother england reverie ----------------------------------------------- I have no time for time magazine or rolling stone. I
's Kid Rock, I'm a Capricorn Detroit City, where I was born When I was young, I knew I'd always be A super live body rocking MC I'm TNT, I'm dynamite
cry Till they drop like flies, and sink like polished stones Of all the stones I throw, how does that old song go? How does that old song go? Bands,
THINGS I WRITE AND I'M LIVING THE LIE THAT I CANNOT SATISFY MUCH AGAINST EVERYONE'S ADVICE I'M STILL TRYING I'M TRYING I'M TRYING I'M TRYING faith cheated
attitude like I never had to sell a rock Shawty I can get you in whatever spot Backstage, front row, what I got to front for I'm gettin' bored, don't even know what I
Well my heart leapt high And I was unafraid Of the feeling I'd stifled for so many years Tell me how do you How do you feel Well the band took their
But if I don't have enemies I'm not doin' my job I might throw out a curve ball but I never throw a lob people criticize me but I know it's not the end
things Baby booms and presidents Boy bands and communists Everyone but me I don?t need your Help to be this Devilish and dark I confessed I Made
Smith) He wears a Harley Jacket and a kiss me smile. Through his steel blue eyes I can see for miles. He digs big band music and the Rolling Stones.
crisis just like the Dow I wanna give a handjob but I don't know how Hand job, Bland job I-Don't-Understand job Do I spit, do I squeeze, do I ever touch
We go down to throw rocks at the river, curses at the parade. Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks, try to keep us from acting our age. We swore
have run out of games And I don't see that's ever gonna change One hour passes till I'm back on my feet A stone's throw I will be walking till I'm off
, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished Stones, of all th' stones i throw, how does that ol' song go how does that ol' song go... Bands, those
and ladies You've got to be good to yourself Mm-hmm So get yourself into a ranch-style home When the neighbor's never more than a stone's throw Well I