Lyrics:
WON'T BE LONG BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP
I'M GONNA FILL MY DIXIE CUP
CAUSE WE'RE NOT HERE FOR A LONG TIME
WE'RE HERE FOR A GOOD TIME YEAH YEAH YEAH
ya
Are gonna try to come back around but I'll ignore ya
It only takes one shot to floor ya
'cause I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm real mutha for ya
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
doing there
Imma send my crew in there
You two gonna be ruined there
You violate, I demonstrate
Especially if I'm true to you
And when I come around I
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
around
You carry your pain wherever you go
Full of the blues and trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you
Don't want to know
So I give you my eyes,
cause I can't always be around
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
tomorrow, like I feel today,
If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today,
I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway.
Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her
cause I can't always be around
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
tomorrow, like I feel today,
If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today,
I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway.
Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her
still be at your ass firin' (brr brr)
I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin'
Boy I hit the beat I just treat that shit like a diary
I'm
When ya gonna straighten out, be like everybody else
The boy said listen dad, you're bringin' me down
I am who I am, I've had a good look around
Muthafucka we're about to put some salt in your game
Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about
They're from Compton and shit,
empty, please be empty, please be empty
Oh, thank you, God
Ah
Shit
Fuck
What the fuck?
Is that a girl?
Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put
my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints
or history
I'm gonna walk to the corner and meet my little Marie
I'm gonna walk to the corner and meet my little Marie
Well she's the only girl in this
tomorrow, like I feel today,
If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today,
I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway.
Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her
I feel today
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway
Oh that St Louis woman with her diamond rings
She
travels
Across the golden east
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
jumped
You got to have style
And learn to be original
And everybody's gonna want to dis you
Like me
We stood up for the South Bronx
And every
Just let us rock, you!
Got waterbed sets in my limousine
And everytime I'm seen I got to be clean
I tour around the world, to make the people dance
How should I begin, to sin?
Grab the microphone and my rhymes'll win
Wheel of Fortune, spin, around
Check it out, I'm not a rap clown
Get smacked
go
Somewhere we can mambo, mambo?
Spin me 'round and around
I've been running, running 'round and around
I'm in need, I think I need a night out
to the beat, all
Party-having people guaranteed to be like having a ball
H-h-h-hey, we gonna do a little something like this I say
I'm the rap promoter, I
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