i got them love sick blues, yall'
man, i cant find my baby
i think she took off, with another man
i been around the world lookin
twice

Ya know i checked in new york city
on the streets and on the subways
and i looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me
i looked out in the hamptons
thought she'd be hangin with them rich folks
but no she was'nt anywhere hanging on the east coast

Guess who's back? haha

I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refuse to give up quick,
Now theres 1

I wanna make money to take away my problems
But my problems are getting bigger with the more money I make
I want to find love, that's my problem
'Cause the money makes it hard to tell the real from fake

I want to spend time with my son, oh every hour
But the money and the problems and the women keep me away
I want to be happy, for just one hour

Haha

Oh I'm back [back]
The fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
And raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back
So pack your bone
And hit the road Jack
Cause daddy's home
With the funky hot riffs
Thick like Al Roker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya
Do not hate
Or question the music I make

Uh
I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top

See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum
Wig's dig this, the fuckin' police know I see 'em
So I'm headin' up to Reno like a geo and I'll great 'em
Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies
You got a lot but yo you can't get these
Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies
I had enough and you can swing on these

Cause I'ma dog baby

Breaking the silence
Is the hardest thing in life
Knowin' that you're wrong
Feelin' like you can't go on
I've been a victim
So many times
But I'm man enough to know when I'm wrong

With the fresh cut mullets
Back row in sight
Pass the packed bullet
I'm gonna rock all night
Up tight right wingers
Trying to say I'm what
But I'm a flight bound singer
Not givin' a fuck
Hard luck of the devil

Cowboy baby
You know my credits
Don't ask if it's true
Fuck it I said it
Regret It
Never
Pimpin'
Forever
Pull more ho's than a free cash lever
So you better never
Question the clever clever
I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever
You bet I'll wet her
And leaving her making' to miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City
71 supercharged big block hemi
Your El DeBarge

Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there
I'm prepared for the storms and the tides that rise
I've realized one thing, how much I love you
And it hurts to see, to see you cryin'
I believe we can make it through the winds of change (chaaaaange)

God is great indeed
If you believe, in the afterlife (Yeah we gotta)
Make some sense of the pieces that we found (Oh no, Oh no)

I was hiding' from the sun once again
I was runnin' from time my friend
I lost another war
So I poured one more
And I went home drunk again
She was up when the key hit the lock
And the clock looked at me
Just like the devil in disguise
I saw it in her eyes
She'd be gone before the evening

So I poured another strong one
And chopped a line from here to Texas
'Cause I've lost another good one

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers

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)
kid rock mutha fucker Yo i ain't no fag
i fuck bitches dry fuck em on the rag
tag their toes check em off my list
hoes get fucked they don't get kissed
a simplistic pimp gettin much respect
i'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
jet set the country on yer world purse

Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason I know your the one
My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, I can see paradise
I been down here once or twice but I never seen it look so nice
ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah
I like it with the grass cut low
Big mountain tops valley below
I love it when you scream out my name
Kid Rock,
what you say?
Kid Rock,

I've been on the cover of the Rollin Stone
I met the President when I was half stoned
I've been so high
I've gotten confused
I've been beat down broke and used
Motherfucker

I drank with Hank
Talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run
Sang with Shotgun Willy
Went from small time Philly
To big time Bobby
From three day old chili
To sakki with wusabi
I'm home
Hey, I'm home