[Kid Rock - Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it off
I made my own lane, let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quaking, they shake that box, 88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate, but I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A, B-A-M-A I’m off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me case, yeah I’m bringing a case
I’m gettin’ throwed off…
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak, with a mullet mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat, and a bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Split you in my overalls
Yeah home of the gumbo, got a couple folks that’d do it to you for hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That dixie cups gonna fall off the console
You don’t wanna have a convo and not understand that ‘Bama slanguage
Like hollerin’ ain't it, but I come to paint it, so it won’t be throwed off?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She’s 22 and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
compositores: JAMES M. GIANNOS, DOMINIC J. JORDAN, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, JASON P D BOYD, DAEN ALEXANDER SIMMONS
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