new beginnings More money or window trimmings And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high Flyin' high In an old lawn chair Flyin' high
rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let
? What you know about it? Just when you thought that I had put back on my clothes Look at here, there he is, flyin' out the side door Time to rock and
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle) Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme) From the muscle kid
later (Hold up Royce, hold on) [Kid Vishis] For those that don't know me Allow me to reintroduce myself My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid Vishis That
measure My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized With the high flyin
goin' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO "Kid Rock
[female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs, the highs and the lows
, get down, move around, cover ground Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground High rollers that know us Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock
rather build my life 'Cause it's a kid with a chance, it's a rock 'n roll band It's a farmer cuttin' hay It's a big flag flyin' in a summer wind Over
Kid Rock crazyin' Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO, Kid
' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO "Kid
club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price That's how we do it x7 Lil Boosie Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks
I swallow the liter How can the night get sweeter (cant) So I passed out woke up do it again Wont neva roll up ya crew in the wind High velocity high
like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's More money more hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I rock
I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say, I got a new cannon that's hologram gray, Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron It used
dawg, she's fun at times (uh huh) Everybody plays ball or they tryna rhyme My homie just came home for the hundredth time At night time mami, get yo' kid (whoa) 'Cause when them shells start flyin', don't let 'em hit yo' kid
