Forever

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Haha Ooh, I'm back (Back), the fog is 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 Wit 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, ugh [Chorus] I make (Punk Rock) And I mix it with the (Hip Hop) I getcha higher than a (Tree top) You wanna roll with the (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!) I make (Southern Rock) And I mix it with the (Hip Hop) Got money like (Fort Knox) I'll forever be the (Kid Rock) Forever [Verse 2] The junkies are, still cigar puffin' Still the same 'cause I ain't changed nothin' Huffin' and puffin', I got two rookies All in check, doin' the redneck boogie The king is back to retract the wack Repack my sack wit the double fat back Forget all that, I'm still singing (Yeah) And like kids on monkey bars, I'm still swingin' Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be Fat and ugly, broke, black and blue But I'm trim fit, rich and I'm back for round two Red, white and the Pabst Blue Ribbon Dead right, that's how I'm livin' Givin' you more, than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kinda music I make (Uh-huh) [Chorus] I make (Punk Rock) And I mix it with the (Hip Hop) I getcha higher than a (tree top) You wanna roll with the (Kid Rock) (Yeah) I make (Southern Rock) And I mix it with the (Hip Hop) Got money like (Fort Knox) I'll forever be the (Kid Rock) Forever [Verse 3] The black cat is back, in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm', still misbehavin' Finger in the air and the flag still wavin' Young clone, don't test the boss Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't fuck with rhymes like these Thumpin' like a drum kit with wrists that slit picks Bumpin' for the kids who twist, splif and sips fifths I got the gift, I'm about to unwrap it (Eight ball, side pocket) Eight ball in my jacket Pussy and blow, you know how I live You can't say that Kid, fuck off, I just did Watch me twirl, like Earl The Pearl Or just keep on Kid Rockin' in the free world [Chorus] (Punk Rock) And I mix it with the (Hip Hop) I getcha higher than a (tree top) You wanna roll with the (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!) I make (Southern Rock) And I mix it with the (Hip Hop) Got money like (Fort Knox) I'll forever be the (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!) Forever [Outro] (Punk Rock) Forever (Hip Hop) Forever (Southern Rock) Forever (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!) (Punk Rock) Forever (Hip Hop) Forever (Southern Rock) Forever (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!) Forever