Forever Lyrics - Kid Rock

Kid Rock Cocky cover art
Credits
publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: R.j. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, Frederick Beauregard
release date: 2001-11-19
genres: Hip Hop Rock Folk, World, & Country
styles: Alternative Rock/Funk Metal/Pop Rock/Country Rock/Blues Rock/Southern Rock
length: 3:47
producer: Kid Rock
membranophone: Stefanie Eulinberg
vocal: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Al Sutton
background vocals: Uncle Kracker, Kid Rock and Paradime
organ: Jimmie Bones
guitar: Kenny Olson and Jason Krause
writer: Kid Rock, Frederick Beauregard, Uncle Kracker
[Kid Rock]
Haha...
Ooh, I'm back (back), the fog is lifted
The earth has shifted, and raise the gifted
You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone

And hit the road Jack, cause daddy's home
Wit the funky hot wrists, thick like Al Rocker
Pumpin out hits, gettin chips like Opera
***** I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make, ugh

[Chorus: Kid Rock]
I make PUNK ROCK, and I mix it wit the HIP-HOP
I getcha higher than a TREE TOP
You want to roll wit the KID ROCK (yeeaah!)
I make SOUTHERN ROCK, and I mix it wit the HIP-HOP
Got money like FORT KNOX, I'll forever be the KID ROCK
FOREVER!

[Kid Rock]
The junky's are, still cigar smokin
Still the same cause I ain't change nuttin
Huffin, and puffin; I got two rookies
All in check doin the redneck boogie

The king is back, to retract the wack
Re-pack my sack, wit the double fat back
Forget all that, I'm still singin (yeeaah!)
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin

Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be
Fat and ugly, broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit, rich and back for round two

Red, white and the Pabst Blue Ribbon
Dead right, that's how I'm livin
Givin you more, that the false and fakes
They can't make the kinda music I make, eh-huh

[Chorus]

[Kid Rock]
The black cat is back, in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm', still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin

Don't come, don't test the boss
Cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease
But you can't **** wit rhymes like these

Thumpin like a drum kit wit wrists that slit picks
Bumpin for the kids who twist, splif and sips fifth
I got the gift I'm about to unravel
(Eight ball, side pocket) Eight ball in my jacket

***** and blow, you know how I live
"You can't say that Kid," **** off, I just did
Watch me twirl, the earl, the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world

[Chorus]

[Kid Rock]
PUNK ROCK - FOREVER! HIP-HOP - FOREVER!
TREE TOP - FOREVER! KID ROCK! (yeeaah!) [Repeat until fade]



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Tracklist
  • 1 Trucker Anthem
  • 2 Forever
  • 3 Lay It on Me
  • 4 Cocky
  • 5 What I Learned Out on the Road
  • 6 I’m Wrong, but You Ain’t Right
  • 7 Lonely Road of Faith
  • 8 You Never Met a Motherfucker Quite Like Me
  • 9 Picture
  • 10 I’m a Dog
  • 11 Midnight Train to Memphis
  • 12 Baby Come Home
  • 13 Drunk in the Morning
  • 14 WCSR