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Kid Rock Higher

gonna reach a higher spot Show me that fire Take me higher Somehow I got to breathe Come on Take me higher Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher Were going higher

gonna reach a higher spot Show me that fire Take me higher Somehow I got to breathe Come on Take me higher Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher Were going higher

gonna reach a higher spot Show me that fire Take me higher Somehow I got to breathe Come on Take me higher Come on, come on, come on, come on A little higher Were going higher

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

let the kid hit you I'm the photo album Valletta has, big picture The rule is, the dude is So up, so Chuck, I'm a cool kid Hey yo, I once was a kid,

Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your

still alive Stick up kid, thinking you're a glory boy Oh, fronting that stupid toy But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy Still running those rocks

But the game's extreme so quit your high beams And increase the light, now can you see me, you might If you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks I'

that shit would be nice But your name ain't "Ice" - kid... I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off