Don't Tell Me How To Live

Artist: Kid Rock (Feat Monster Truck)

Title: Don't Tell Me How To Live

Album: Bad Reputation

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Fuck all you hoes!

Detroit 'til I die, motherfucker!

Talking all that bullshit!

Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

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I'm a moonshine sipper, straight slipping 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 fucking hardest

Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it

And twenty years later, bitch, I still fucking mean it

Fucka fucka, you ain't never met a motherfuck5r like this

Kiss my ass, then you can suck a dick

Sideways, my way or th5 highway, listen up

Ain't nothing changed here, I still don't give a fuck

So what the fuck's up with all the backlash?

You snowflakes, here's a news flash!

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Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

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Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see

That every kid got a motherfucking 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 nothing new: right church, wrong pew

Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views

Can all get the bottom of my motherfucking shoe

I'm the last of a few still screaming, "Fuck you!"

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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

And I get stronger every day

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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, smoking Phillies and shit

I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth

Like Springsteen, bitch, I'm the motherfucking 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

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Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

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