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some lawyer-type 
'Cause you're a poet 
A Renaissance man 
A little boy with really strong hands 

[Chorus:]
So many things going through my mind
have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for
my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alma mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow
I hope you
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
in the mix
They thought things would get better now they stressed forever
They last vision was image of a blood-soaked sweater
[Chorus 4X]
have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for
E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive I'mma
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
want to sink my inches, into that bitch's, 
Berry-framed mouth" 
So one goes North, the other South 
To sanctified places where in-house spirits
E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive I'mma
a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)
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
featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for realm my warm heart turns cold
Another figga
This is the last time, I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
This is the last time, I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky,
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
"You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya
featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for realm my warm heart turns cold
Another figga
a menace, without enough time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinking of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your
clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype

Yes
Was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another
hit the County in the mix
"Name and last three!"  Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno