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Text písně Prodigal Son

Artist Kid Rock  
Album The History of Rock 
Song Prodigal Son 

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. 

I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere

Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show

Yeah...Yeah...Yeah on down
Hey...hey, hey...hey, hey, hey, hey
On down, on down, on down, down, down, down, down
Well, well, well, well
Hey heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy

					

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