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Don't Tell Me How to Live

Kid Rock
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Fuck all you hoes
Detroit till I die motherfucker
Taking all that bullshit
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live

I'm a moonshine sipper straight slipping in the darkness

Far from heartless, I'm more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed, no I never been the smartest
But make no mistake, I hit the fucking Hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later, bitch I still fucking mean it
Bucka bucka, you ain't never met a motherfucker like this
Kiss my ass then you can suck a dick, sideways
My way way or the highway, listen up
Ain't nothing changed here, I still don't give a fuck
So what the fuck's up with all the backlash
You snowflakes, here's a newsflash

Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live

Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see
That every kid got a motherfucking trophy
But yo homie, here's the situation
A nation of pussies is our next generation
And these minions and their agendas
Every opinion has a Millenial offended
But this Amendment one, it rings true
And if you don't dissent, bitch, then see number two
Ain't nothing new, right church, wrong pew
Get a clue. a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom of my motherfucking shoe
I'm the last of a few still screaming fuck you

Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live

Oh. I'm gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I've got the heart of a lion
And I get stronger every day

You'll never tell me shit, you'll never flip my script
Because I'm more outrageous than the Vegas script
You're like Mayberry bitch, I'm hard and crisp
High risk hillbilly but I'm filithy rich
You're like Milli Vanilli, kinda silly and shit
I'm like Shotgun Willie, smoking Phillies and shit
I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen bitch, I'm the motherfucking boss
James Dean, shit, I'm more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I sling more dick
I twang more riffs, I slide through grass
I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
Pass the mic, I'm like sloe gin fizz
It ain't nobode, it ain't nobody

Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live

3/12/2021 - 02:55



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