Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying

Get me out of here I've been lost in the dark All this evil, sanctified You're not alone, you're not the only one Overcrowded in your brain You'll find a way out or you will fall I'm locked inside me No control over anything I'm dying to learn, I'm dying

Straight gassed, got the whole place hype Touchdown and the crowd get's hyped Every time I'm around there's a hype I'm a bad boy and I do what I like (Top of the roster) Real deal, you can see it in my posture I feel like Leo with a Oscar The price just

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Groovin', on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Groovin', down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do

She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn the crown of thorns She should have been a son She should have stood out in the crowd She should have made her

Why don't you do somethin'? I see you lookin' at me Get up out of your seat Like I'm some kind of freak Like I got what you need What'chu gonna do when the crowd goes a-yo? Why you standin' on the wall? Music startin' everywhere So why don't you just

I'm the illest Cause I'm the illest Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin? Made it out the projects, against all odds

You can run away with me Anytime you want Don't walk away Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down in crowded rooms And highways I called home

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot