Lyrics:
rock it's like a high five
Want a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don't mean
You're forty-five
And you're still trying to get that high
Like when you were twenty-five
And you thought that you could fly
Into September
ever seen before
In her red satin dress
And her high heeled shoes
She took us all by surprise
And when she asked us what we wanted to do
She
seen before
In her red satin dress and her high heeled shoes
She took us all by surprise
And when she asked us what we wanted to do
She said it with her
Well the record company's goin' out of business
They price the records too damn high
And the boys in the band could use some assistance
Well
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class
Kid rock mutha fucker Yo I ain't no
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
you tell? and if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? uh
Drive-by's and niggas die, murder
Yeah, oh baby, oh
It's two eleven and I'm stressing
Watching T.V in my hotel suite
I check my service every second
At two ten you still hadn't
Yeah, oh baby, oh
It's two eleven and I'm stressing
Watching T.V in my hotel suite
I check my service every second
At two ten you still hadn't
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
After thirty five years the grass still don't grow in that rock hard west Texas ground
Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
Like horses
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
Grabbed the beat
Looped it up
Saw my check
Scooped it up
Rock ignition
Got to listen
Change position
Start transmission
Point the camera
Click
worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung
I'm on now, live at twelve, it's so dope
All the way to four o'clock, there no soaps
I'm able to rock the mic
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
suggestions
All destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
Rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight
Always get the dough
the presidential sex rhymes
my nigga my nigga my nigga
(Kid Rock)
i'm on a private jet outta JFK
Sipin the Becks Feelin A OK
look across the isle and who did i see
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
how you made it
Just to keep it oblique
We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips
We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
Oh
how you made it
Just to keep it oblique
We're both high high high, high high on lemon sips
We're all suh-suh-suh sucked-in-by parlour tricks
Oh
goodnight, sleep tight
Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock
To a lullaby in ragtime
Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock
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