- Song Name: Prodigal Son
- Artist Name: Kid Rock
- Album: The History of Rock
- Songwriters: Chris Peters, Robert James Ritchie
- Release Date: 2000.05.30
- Label: Atlantic
LYRICS FOR "Prodigal Son"
'Cuz growin' up
Packed my s*** and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo
Filled with spite
I was dealin' and stealin' everything in sight
Pool hustling
I've been ramblin' and gamblin' since the age thirteen
Working like a b****
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all that's gold
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
'Cause money
But I gotta make a lot just to be free
I'm here and I'm there
And I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
And I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
And fills me with her laying
I hope to God
That love is not that way
'Cuz she holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on back
An' come in to my show
Please
If you just stop the world 'cause I wanna get off
There's too much hardship and too much pain
There's too many m************ tryin' to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains
Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
But parasites can't fake the Rock
The suckers that step in my way are getting shot
I hold key to my own success
Suckers that step will be put to rest
Ohh
The suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest
So pass the buddah
Watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter
Not a generic dime
Never was in a posse
I'm here and I'm there
And I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
And I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
And fills me with her laying
I hope to God
That love is not that way
'Cuz she holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on back
An' come in to my show
Now
And I won't leave till I've received that seventh sign
All this talk they're 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
'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
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
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
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
And I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
And I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
And fills me with her laying
I hope to God
That love is not that way
She holds me in that morning time
And never lets me go
I hold on back
An' come in to my show
Yeah
Get back on the streets and give my money
Give my money
Yeah
You can have my car
Yeah
Get back on the streets and give my money
Yeah
You can have my car
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