(Hook: Kid Rock) Yeah I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all 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) 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 thirty 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 getting throwed off (Hook) (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 Spit chew in my overalls Yeah home of the gumbo Got a couple folks that'd do it to you for the hundo And when them elephant feet rumble That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that Bama slanguage Like hollering ain't it But I come to paint it, so it won't be throwed off (Hook) (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 twenty-two 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 (Hook)