DevilWithoutaCause(Explicit)

Devil Without a Cause (Explicit) - Kid Rock (摇滚小子)

Lyrics by：RJ Ritchie/L. Smith/J. Hutchins/M Shafer/T. Shaw/K. Olson

You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name

But you don't know my game and never felt my pain

Can't read my brain but you read my lips

And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits

Now don't even trip be a man instead

Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead

Uh I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'

People claimin' that they know me

But they only know a portion

I'ma move mountains and touch the sun

Don't get scared now you knew this day would come

So hold your bids all bets are closed

And f**k all you hoes

'Cause it's been a long time comin' but I finally broke

Like an egg yolk I ain't no joke

Like some uncut d**e motherf**ker Kid Rock's to blame

Same game same name ain't a d**n thing changed

No sell out I ain't no ho f**k

The radio comin' from the R O M E O

Watch me throw like a fist of rage

Self made and paid and sold off twelve gauges

Up that a*s for the nine-eight nine eight

Never fake shake straight from the great lakes

Seven years on wax comin' correct

Flat out you diss me punk that's when I pull the strap out

And I get to buck buck bucking

I'm f**k f**k f**king your hoes

'Cause they know who's runnin' this s**t Top Dog I'm the CEO

Role model your motherf**king H E R O

My motto be cool keep pimpin'

Don't sleep we roll deep in a Lincoln

Four Vogues on a hundred spokes

We bust biltmore beavers in top dog coats

We float like butterflies sting like queen bees

Strapped with AKs straight from the Chinese

What the f**k goin' on in the D

Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K I D

And it's all good I got love for my honkeys

We roll thick kick a*s like donkeys

Anybody ****s with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

Devil without a 'cause I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum devil without a 'cause I'm going platinum

Yeah we come to party so get down everybody come on

Yeah we come to party

I went from St claire shores and drink specials at winners

To New York city and seven hundred dollar dinners

From hangin' with sinners and secondhand cheap sex

To gettin' much respect from top record execs

The cool kid's claimin' up to call you out

So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth

Bet that a*s hoss I ain't forgot

When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot

Used to call me funny when my nose was f**king runny

Now my f**kin' bunnies gettin' f**kin' Matchbox 20 money

Motherf**kers want to claim they're down

But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em around

All the s**t we talked all the s**t we dreamed