[Chorus: Kid Rock]
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: Yelawolf]
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?
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[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?
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[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
[Chorus]
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