Kid Rock - Bad Reputation Album Lyrics

Dont Tell Me How to Live
We The People
My Kind of Country
Bad Reputation
Never Quit
Shakedown
Rockin
The Last Dance
See You Again
Still Somethin'
She's Your Baby (Now Rock Her)
Never Enough
Everything to Me
Cold Beer
Ala-Fuckin-Bama
Am What I Am
The Nashville I Know
Fifty

Dont Tell Me How to Live

[ Featuring Monster Truck ]

[Kid Rock & Monster Truck]
F*ck all you hoes!
Detroit 'til I die, motherf*cker!
Talkin' all that bullshit!
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

[Kid Rock]
I'm a moonshine sipper, straight slippin' in the darkness
Far from heartless, I'm more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed, no, I've never been the smartest
But make no mistake, I hit the f*cking hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later, bitch, I still f*cking mean it
Bucka bucka, you ain't never met a motherf*ckеr like this
Kiss my ass, then you can suck a dick
Sideways, my way or thе highway, listen up
Ain't nothing changed here, I still don't give a f*ck
So what the f*ck's up with all the backlash?
You snowflakes, here's a news flash!

[Monster Truck]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

[Kid Rock]
Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see
That every kid got a motherf*ckin' 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 millennial offended
But this amendment one, it rings true
And if you don't dissent, bitch, then see number two
Ain't nothin' new: right church, wrong pew
Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom of my motherf*ckin' shoe
I'm the last of a few still screamin', "F*ck you!"

[Monster Truck]
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 got the heart of a lion
I get stronger every day

[Kid Rock]
You'll never tell me shit, you'll never flip my script
Because I'm more outrageous than the Vegas strip
You're like Mayberry, bitch, I'm hard and crisp
High-risk hillbilly, but I'm filthy rich
You're like Milli Vanilli, kinda silly and shit
I'm like Shotgun Willie, smokin' Phillies and shit
I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen, bitch, I'm the motherf*ckin' boss
James Dean shit, I'm more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I slang 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 nobody, it ain't nobody

[Monster Truck]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

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Writer: Jon Harvey, Jeremy Widerman, Brandon Bliss, Steve Kiely
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
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We The People

We the people in all we do
Reserve the right to scream "F*ck you"
(Hey-yeah) Ow
(Hey-yeah) Huh
"Wear your mask, take your pills"
Now a whole generation's mentally ill
(Hey-yeah) Man, f*ck Fauci
(Hey-yeah)

But COVID's near, it's coming to town
We gotta act quick, shut our borders down
Joe Biden does, the media embraces
Big Don does it and they call him racist

We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people

F*ck Facebook, f*ck Twitter too
And the mainstream media, f*ck you too, too, too
(Woo) Yeah, you

We the people (ooh, yeah)
We the people

Inflation's up, like the minimum wage
So it's all the same, and ain't a damn thing changed
(Hey-yeah)
(Hey-yeah)
You piece of shit, I don't see color
"Black lives matter", no shit, motherf*cker
(Hey-yeah)
(Hey-yeah)

But we gotta keep fighting for the right to be free
And every human being doesn't have to agree
We all bleed red, brother, listen to me
It's time for love and unity

We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people

F*ck CNN, f*ck TMZ
And you social media trolls, y'all can suck on deez (deez)
Deez nuts, that's what's up

We the people (ha-ha)

If you're down with love and wanna make things better
All we gotta do is just come together
Weather the storm, and take my hand
Then follow my lead to the promised land
'Cause we the people, we gotta unite
To follow that good time guiding light
Climb aboard this love boat
And rock that bitch up and down the coast

In order to form a more perfect union
Do ordain and establish this constitution for the United States of America

We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people (woo, let's go Brandon)
We the people

Standing up, and standing tall
'Cause it's all for one and it's one for all
All, all, all
We the people (woo)
We the people

(Let's go Brandon)
(Let's go Brandon)
(Let's go Brandon)
(Let's go Brandon)

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Writer: Jason E. Kuhn, Robert Douglas Hough, Robert J. Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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My Kind of Country

My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK (ooh, sunshine)
An NAACP and a NRA (ooh, sunshine)
My kind of country has a place where the buffalo roam
A Buddy Guy, a Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone

My kind of country has a George Jones, crazy and wild
Drinking White Lightning like it was going out of style
My kind of country has a Waylon on a nicotine high
Back when he was the only daddy that would walk the line

I like it loud, I like it real
With a little bit of fiddle
And a cowboy picking some steel guitar
I like it proud but it's gotta feel
Somewhere between Muscle Shoals and Bakersfield

I like it funky with a whole lotta blues and soul
(Whole lotta blues and soul)
My kind of country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll
(Yeah, yeah, hey) One time

My kind of music, you know I'd play it for free (oh, yeah)
But it sure sound better with the record man paying me
My kind of music give the people what they deserve
'Cause money is the devil and fame is a four-letter word (oh, yeah)

I like it loud, I like it real
It's gotta make you shake, your feet stomp
And your hands clap (ooh-ooh)
I like it proud but it's got to feel (got to feel)
Like a packed summer lawn a honky tonk bar in the back

I like it funky like some old-school Rolling Stones
(Rolling Stones, yeah)
My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah, yeah)
My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah)
Hey-hey-hey, rock 'n' roll (oh, oh yeah)

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Writer: Adam Hood, Eric Church, Rj Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Bad Reputation

I got them womens, I got my friends
I got that "f*ck you" money that I ain't afraid to spend
I got the hook-up, I got the juice
A big-ass honky tonk and tonight, I'm busting loose
So what I'm drunk? That ain't no crime
I got a bad reputation for a real good time, woo

I'm in the papers, I'm in the news
F*ck all the haters and them iPhone camera crews
Bring on the strippers, pour me a shot
Rehab's for quitters and there's one thing I'm definitely not
I'm talking shit, I'm spitting rhymes
I got a bad reputation for a real good time

Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation
Let's do some shots, you're looking fine
I got a bad reputation for a real good time

I got guns, I got jets
I'm having shit tons of fun but I ain't done yet
You wanna bet? Lay down some cash
I'm rolling sevens like a legend, baby, don't front
Pass me some gravy, that jug of wine
I got a bad reputation for a real good time

Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
Talking bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation
Let's smoke some weed, let's sip some shine
I got a bad reputation for a real good time

Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
So bad, so bad (for a real good time)
Bad reputation (bad reputation)
Got a bad reputation (bad reputation)
Bad reputation (hey, yeah)
Let's smoke a bowl, let's drink some wine
Let's rock 'n' roll, we're running outta time
Let's get loud tonight, y'all
And leave our troubles behind

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Writer: John Eddie, RJ Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Never Quit

I'm gonna dig deeper, tote guns and smoke reefer
You young punks are stunned, so I'ma gonna make you all believers
You bottom feeders and social media sluts
I'm still the salt and the swing, the king of don't give a f*ck
Famalam, I don't give a damn (hey)
Uncle Sam, I still love this man
Yes ma'am, I know you like it hot
So let's ride

I'ma gonna fight like a jeep, they all gon' see
And if I die, I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone I never quit
No, I never quit

(Hey, hey)
If you're feeling funky say (hey, hey)
If you love your country say (hey, hey)
If you're making money say hey (hey, hey)
If you're smoking drugs (hey, hey)
If you're stoned in love (hey, hey)
Praise God above
Our Father who art in heaven

I'ma gonna fight like a jeep, they all gon' see
And if I die, I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone I never quit
No, I never quit

I'ma gonna fight like a jeep, they all gon' see
And if I die, I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone

I'ma gonna fight like a jeep, they all gon' see
And if I die, I'm gonna die free
Ain't gonna run like a bitch when shit gets thick
Tell everyone I never quit
(Tell everyone) no, I never quit
(Tell everyone) no, I'll never quit
(Tell everyone) I'll never quit
(Tell everyone) I'll never quit

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Writer: Edward Martin, James Scheffer, Robert Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Shakedown

[ Featuring Robert James ]

I live my life on the edge
Party like a rock star
Pedal to the floor
And it doesn't matter how far
Ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me

Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
Somebody gon' get it tonight (come on)

I'm the cold cash money kid making mistakes
The taking the money troubadour whacking the brakes
Slapping snowflakes, straight breaking the frauds
F*ck Superman, I'm a man of God

The never-bitten, hard-hitting, hair-splitting sprinter
The ever-loving sex kitten colder than winter
The faster than a jet plane, can't you see?
Ain't nobody stopping me

I live my life on the edge
Party like a rock star
Pedal to the floor
And it doesn't matter how far
Ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me

Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
Somebody gon' get it tonight, come on

(Hey)
Party like a rock star
(Hey)

Misled stocks and hearts, said I'm breaking 'em
Bloodshed marks the spot where I'm laying 'em
Slaying you suckers like a dragon (dragon)
Kicking y'all ass right off the bandwagon

I ain't bragging, it's a well-known fact
I back-slap the wack and dollar bills I stack
Don't take no flack from you wannabes
Ain't nobody stopping me

I live my life on the edge
Party like a rock star
Pedal to the floor
And it doesn't matter how far
Ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't nobody stopping me

Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
It's in the air, can you feel it tonight? Huh
Shakedown, takedown, breakdown
Somebody gon' get it tonight, come on

(Hey)
Party like a rock star
(Hey)
Ain't nobody stopping me

Shakedown (hey)
Shakedown (hey)
Shakedown (hey)
Ain't nobody stopping me

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Writer: Robert James Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Rockin

Sing a song for the sinners
Sing a song for the saints
The ones still living
And the ones that ain't
Sing a song for the lonely
Sing a song for truth
Sing along with me, baby
And I'll sing along with you

Rocking like a boat out on the water
Rocking like the records we used to play
Rocking to a little Bob Seger and Marvin Gaye
Rocking, rocking my life away

Sing a song for the small towns
Sing one for the city
Sing a song for the nights alone
The good times and the whiskey
Sing a song for the road crew
Sing one for the band
Sing this song together, tonight
We might never be here again

Rocking like a Sunday church revival
Rocking, rocking in the USA
Rocking from New York city to the San Francisco Bay, hey
Rocking, rocking my life away

(Rocking my life away, my life away)
(My life away, my life away)

Rocking on the porch with my granddaughter
Rocking, how I love to watch her play
Oh, rocking, hey baby, I wish that I could stay
Oh, oh
But I'm rocking, rocking my life away
Yeah, rocking, rocking my life away
Yes, I am, yes, I am
Rocking, rocking my life away (rocking my life)
Rocking, rocking my life away (hey)
I'm rocking, rocking my life away

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Writer: John Eddie, Marlon Young, RJ Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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The Last Dance

The sun is falling
But love's still calling
Put on that red dress, baby knows
Old saddle shoes
Your eyes are sparkling
You look lovely, darling
And I can't take my eyes off of you

One last time, I wanna spin you around

Rock 'n' rollin'
Drivin' like it's stolen
Put our worries in the rearview
And fall in love again, yeah

Drinking and dancing
Down at the White Horse Inn
Pull me close like you used to do
The sound of summer (shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo)
When we were younger
Bopping and rocking the blue suede shoes

I don't ever, ever wanna slow down

Rock 'n' rollin'
Drivin' like it's stolen
Put our worries in the rearview, babe
And fall in love again, yeah

When the lights go down and music fades
Take my hand, don't be afraid
Don't hit the brakes (don't hit the brakes)

Drivin' like it's stolen
Rock 'n' rollin'
Put our worries in the rearview
And fall in love again

(Fall in love again) Rock 'n' rollin'
(Fall in love again) Rock 'n' rollin'
(Fall in love again and again and again, yeah) Rock 'n' rollin'
(Ooh yeah, yeah)

Rock 'n' rollin' (love me, baby)
Rock 'n' rollin' (hold me, baby)
Rock 'n' rollin' (oh yeah, yeah)

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Writer: Robert Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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See You Again

I miss your smiling face in the morning
You been more to me than a friend
Ooh, how I miss your sweet voice calling
But I know one day I'll see you again
I'll see you again

Your kindness kept me close in the darkness
You were my guiding light 'til the end
And just like that, now it seems you're the farthest
But I know one day I'll see you again

I will see you again, oh Lord, I'll see you again
I will see you again, my, my Lord, see you again
I'll see you again
I'll see you again
I will see you again, my, my Lord, I'll see you again

And when this world can seem so heartless
I dream of your sweet voice now and then
I lost my way the day you departed
I can't help it, I miss my friend

Again, I'll see you again
Again, I'll see you again
Again, I'll see you again
Again, I'll see you again

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Writer: Robert James Ritchie
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Still Somethin'

I remember I was eight years old
With a blank tape waiting by the radio
Come on, man, play Back in Black
I wanna play it back on repeat
I remember Panama City
Long nights with the girl named Christy
She took me down to the Paradise City
Then up on Cripple Creek

There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Delta Soul to Abbey Road
Sweet Child to Sweet Home

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll) (rock 'n' roll)

I saw Journey in a big colosseum
No dancing, no lip syncing
I tell you this, don't fight the feeling
And don't stop believing

There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Foot stomping to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Delta Soul to Abbey Road
Sweet Child to Sweet Home

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll, whoa)

Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking, keep on rocking
Keep on rocking me, babe
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking, keep on rocking me, baby

Still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Muscle Shoals to Abbey Road
Sweet Child to Sweet Home

Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)

People, if you're ready
And you know you can do it
And you feel good tonight
Please report to the dance floor

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Writer: Andrew Paul Albert, Jordan Schmidt, Mitchell Tenpenny, Morgan Wallen, Robert James Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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She's Your Baby (Now Rock Her)

Even when she's bitching and she's giving you sass
Tell her that you love her 'cause bad news travels fast

(Yeah) you better treat her right
(Yeah, yeah) and keep her warm at night
(No) amount of bars could stop her
So count your stars and thank the good Lord that you got her (boo hey)

She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Rock-a-bye-bye, baby, with me
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Better rock her ASAFP (oh yeah)

(No) even if she's nagging at you night and day (oh, oh, yeah)
You better circle up the wagons and don't let her slip away (woo-hoo)

(Yeah) you better treat her right now
(Yeah, yeah) you better hold on tight now
(Oh yeah, no) backyard could stop her
So count your stars and thank the good Lord that you got her (oh yeah yeah)

She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Rock-a-bye-bye, baby, with me
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Better rock her ASAFP (alright, alright)
(Yeah) you better take her dancing
(Yeah) make her the star attraction
(Yeah) you better give her what she needs
You better get her down deep in between the sheets
(Get her down deep, yeah)
Get her down deep and give her what she needs, oh yeah
(Oh yeah)

(Hey, uh-huh)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nah)

(Hey, yeah) you better keep her laughing
(Hey) and find the love reaction
(No) no backyard could stop her
So count your stars and thank the good Lord
That you got, got got got, got

She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Rock-a-bye-bye, baby, with me
She's your baby, now rock her, yeah
Better rock her ASAFP (rock her, yeah, yeah)
Rock her, yeah
Come on, come on, come on
Rock her, yeah
Rock her, baby (rock her, baby)
Rock her, baby (rock her, baby)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

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Writer: Robert James Ritchie
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Never Enough

Never enough money in the bank
There's never enough gas in the tank
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
There's never enough bullets in the clip
There's never enough whiskey on your lips
Is there, baby?
Don't it drive you crazy?

Never enough, never enough
Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch
The stronger the drug, the longer the rush
When it comes to your love, too much
Ain't never enough

There's never enough powder on the plate
There's never enough time when you're late
But we keep running
We keep gunning

There's never enough, never enough
Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch
The stronger the drug, the longer the rush
When it comes to your love, too much
Is never enough

There's never enough friends when you're down
There's enough love to spread around
I don't know why but I wanna testify, yeah

There's never enough, never enough
Flame in your eyes and fire in your touch
The stronger the drug, the longer the rush
When it comes to your love, too much
Is never enough

Is never enough (never enough)
Is never enough (never enough)
Is never enough (never enough)

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Writer: Robert James Ritchie
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Everything to Me

I'm tired and ain't been sleeping
And right now I'm barely breathing
Reaching for you but you're not there
I miss your conversation
The way you taste, your smiling face and
These pictures hurt when I sit and stare

And oh, you're so beautiful to me
And I have been so blind, I couldn't see

I've been lying to you, baby
I've been dying inside lately
Lord knows I been lying to myself
So selfish, I could kill me
So empty, I feel filthy
I took your love and placed it on the shelf

Well, oh, you're so beautiful
And I can't help myself

You been the voice of reason
I've been up late night preaching
You took the fall each time I fell
But still you stayed and loved me
And right now with God up above me
I swear he saved me from myself

And oh, you're so beautiful and deep
And I've been chasing things that I don't need

I've been lying to you, baby
I've been dying inside lately
Lord knows I been lying to myself
So selfish, I could kill me
So helpless, I feel filthy
I took the first step but Lord knows I need twelve

And oh, you're so beautiful
And I can't help myself

And I know I'm no stranger to the rain
So don't be trying to wash away the pain
Wash away the pain

I've been lying to you, baby
Half high and crying crazy
And Lord knows I've been lying to myself
So selfish, I could kill me
So empty, I feel filthy
I tried it my way but this time I need help

And I pray, someday, love will set us free
And even if this wasn't meant to be
Please know you are everything
You're everything to me

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Writer: Ryan James Ritchie
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Cold Beer

Well, I'd turn on the radio
If they were playing songs
Instead of talking politics
How everything is going wrong

Yeah, I heard somebody popped too many pills
Man, it must be tough having money and living in Beverly Hills

Well, just give me some cold beer
That's all I need
I'll stir up some fire logs
And the set the campfire ashes free
Into the sky (into the sky)
Watch 'em dance with the fireflies (fireflies)
Hanging around (shoop), knocking 'em down (shoop)
And tossing cans into the fire

Yeah, tonight, I think I'll just kick up my feet
And get me some cold beer, that's all I need

There ain't nothing on the TV
But the signs of war
All the talk about global warming
Keeps on heating me up to the core

Yeah, I'm sick and tired of the lies they're trying to feed
And we need some change and it might seem strange
Instead of taking a knee

Just give me some cold beer
Of sarsaparilla tree
And I'll stir up some fire logs
And set the campfire ashes free
Into the sky (into the sky)
Watch 'em dance with the fireflies (fireflies)
Hanging around (shoop), knocking 'em down (shoop)
And tossing cans into the fire

Yeah, tonight, I think I'll just kick up my feet
And get me some cold beer, that's all I need

(Shoop) there's a campfire (shoop) burning bright
Somewhere outside (shoop) of town (outside of town)
(Ah, shoop) if you're not looking for love tonight (shoop)
And you just wanna hang around

Well, I got some cold beer
And some Swisher Sweets
I'll stir up some firelogs
To set the campfire ashes free
Into the sky (into the sky)
Watch 'em dance with the fireflies (fireflies)
Hanging around (shoop), knocking 'em down (shoop)
And tossing cans into the fire

Yeah, tonight I think I'll just kick up my feet
All alone in moonlight without you next to me

Give me some cold beer
That's all I need

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Writer: Robert James Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © CSP PUBLISHING CO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Ala-Fuckin-Bama

(Ala-f*ckin'-bama)

She wore a pink 'Bama durag, smacking on Juicy Fruit
Red clay sticking to her Timberland boots
A tearaway t-shirt showing off her Talladega tan
I said, "Darling where you from?", She said
"Watch your tongue, don't you know that I am"

I'm from Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Tell me what's it to ya?
I'm from Ala-f*ckin'-bama, 'Bama, ow

I said, "Slow down sister, I'm a God-fearing man
You know I grew up on Skynyrd and I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow, baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute
The way you say it with pride, ow

I'm from Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama
From her boots to her bandana, Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama, 'Bama

Yeah
Yeah, I'm talking
Just a little south of Montgomery down there

I can roll with the flow
Baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute
The way you say it with pride (oh yeah, yeah)

I'm from Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Baby, open up a can of Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama, 'Bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama
She screams Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Open up a can of Ala-f*ckin'-bama
Ala-f*ckin'-bama, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Hey, hey, hey

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Am What I Am

I don't hang with snowflakes, big fakes or suck-ups
I roll with the gangsters, rednecks and f*ck-ups
Dropping them caddies and jacking them trucks up
Hunting and fishing, you know what's up
Hanging these bucks up, straight Boone and Crockett
Rocking the mic just like white chocolate
Been in the game since we was flipping cassettes
And you still ain't met a motherf*cker like me yet, huh

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes, sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

(I am what I am) damn, it feels good
Damn it feels good

I like truck stop chicken, pickles and french fries
All kinds of women, skinny or thick thighs
No mirage, baby, open your eyes
I got a camouflaged double wide up on the hillside
So fly you could call me the fliest
So high you could call me your highness
So what if I'm over the hill? Come on
Say I won't, 'cause motherf*cker, I will

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes sir, yes ma'am," a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee

I was born in the country
I grew up in the streets
I got down in old Detroit
Raised some hell in Tennessee
Praise the Lord every Sunday
Couldn't care less what people think
"Yes, sir, yes, ma'am", a sinner, a saint
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
Damn, it feels good
I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't
Damn, it feels good

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Writer: Corey Crowder, Michael Hobby, Robert Ritchie, Tyler Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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The Nashville I Know

There's a line at the door full of underage whores
And the bouncer lets 'em on by
There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank
But it sounds more like bad Barney Fife
And the bar's filled with dudes raised with silver spoons
Hanging out of their mouths
And the girls are all bitches just digging for gold
Trying to get my dumb poor ass to buy them a round

And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
And they make me just wanna go home
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
Baby, this ain't the Nashville I know

Some dude gave a high-five to his buddy's new highlights
"I swear, bro, I can't see your roots"
And they're both scared to dance 'cause some f*cktard in France
Designed their new lizard-skin boots
And the girls think it's cool when the guys act like tools
And pick fights with guys smaller than they are
I wish they'd start shit with me
I'd knock out their whitened teeth
And piss on their Hollywood sports car

And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
And they make me just wanna go home
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
Honey, this ain't the Nashville I know

I'm sick of these pop stars pretending
Somebody must've forgot to mention
To bring a chain for my wallet and gel for my hair
On the way to the douchebag convention

Shit

And you could bet your ass I won't be leaving
I just hope that I'll witness the end
Of these jerk-offs and metros and debutante skanks
And get the Nashville I know back again

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Fifty

Well, I guess I'm f*cking fifty
Some say I'm old as f*ck
Still sipping Jim Beam whiskey
'Cause goddamn pandemics suck
I guess I'm f*cking fifty
No need to look it up
Well, I might be f*cking fifty
But I still don't give one f*ck

Well, I guess I'm f*cking fifty
But I'm still standing tall
Even though I can't hear shit
I can't see and I'm going bald
I guess I'm f*cking fifty
But I'm better off than you
Well, I might be f*cking fifty
But your mom still thinks I'm cool, woo

Well, I guess I'm f*cking fifty
I'm through drinking and blacking out
No more talking shit about Oprah
Or fighting at the Waffle House
I guess I'm f*cking fifty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be f*cking fifty
But this dick's still long and lean
Alright

Ah, shit

Well, I guess I'm f*cking fifty
No more groupies o-on the bus (I think I gotta chill)
I don't hang much more with outlaws
I spend more time at Toys-R-Us
I guess I'm f*cking fifty
But that's okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my granddaughter on my knee

Well, I guess I'm f*cking fifty
And as I stare down fifty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can't remember f*cking one
I guess I'm f*cking fifty
But I still love to dance
Yeah, I might be f*cking fifty
I think I just shit my pants

Well, I guess I'm f*cking fifty
Getting old really sucks
Strippers used to kiss me
Nowadays it costs twenty bucks
I guess I'm f*cking fifty
But I still ain't no lame duck
And if the critics still don't dig me, f*ck 'em
They can get deez nuts, yeehaw

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Writer: John Eddie, Robert James Ritchie
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Bad Reputation Info:

(buy at amazon.com)

Bad Reputation is the twelfth studio album by American musician Kid Rock. It was released digitally on March 21, 2022, and on physical CD on April 6, 2022, by Top Dog Records.

The album spawned five singles: "Don't Tell Me How to Live" which features Monster Truck, "Ala-Fuckin-Bama", "We the People", "The Last Dance" and "Rockin'", and three music videos were released. This was the first album since 1996's Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp to be released by Top Dog Records independently.

Performed By: Kid Rock
Genre(s): Southern rock, country, rap rock
Producer(s): Kid Rock
Released: March 21st, 2022
Year: 2022

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