The Prodigal Sun Returns Lyrics
The song The Prodigal Sun Returns is performed by Kid Rock .
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P-p-p pa*s the boota, pa*s the boota
Cause I wanna get, p-p-p pa*s the boota
P-p-p pa*s the boota, cause I wanna get off
All the f**kers that are tryin to dis the kid rock
You can get shot, but first I'm gonna get hot
When it comes to rhyms I got a new caddy
Cause you got about as much flavor as a f**kin rice patty
Babe, ahh don't quit your day job
It lights the way ahh
But on the mic I'm god
And workin hard for your moneys what I x'ed hoe
Cause I wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherf**ker whatcha gonna do
1 wood 7 iron and I'm on the green at 2
With 1 putt I lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show putt for dough
So give it up hoe
I get a lot of funny looks
I ain't stealin your music, my man
I ain't to f**kin crook
Your playin dummy with your pride
And you cant tell me shit about a funny vibe
And all that jive your preachin, it's borin
God saved my soul, you save the f**kin rain forest
And I'll meet you in hell
The prodigal son kid rock I rock well
(only time will tell)
Well it's been coast from the midway
Smokin gra*s and sniffin lines
And at first glance you wouldnt guess no
I even make my own homemade wine
Moonshine, red wine, stir it up, drink it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pa*s around
Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Gimme a pipe and I just might smoke it
Object it, sellect it, clean it, protect it
s*ck it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, that's right, pop it drop it
Set it on your tongue and then trip til you peak