[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert James Ritchie/Jon Harvey/Jeremy Widerman/Brandon Bliss/Steve Kiely
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert James Ritchie/Jon Harvey/Jeremy Widerman/Brandon Bliss/Steve Kiely
[00:03.952]**** all you hoes!
[00:06.202]Detroit ’til I die, mother****er!
[00:13.202]Talkin’ all that bullshit!
[00:18.952]Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
[00:25.202]I’m a moonshine sipper, straight slippin’ in the darkness
[00:28.702]Far from heartless, I’m more like the sharpest
[00:31.952]Tool in the shed, no, I’ve never been the smartest
[00:35.202]But make no mistake, I hit the ****ing hardest
[00:38.202]Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
[00:41.203]And twenty years later, b***h, I still ****ing mean it
[00:44.702]Bucka bucka, you ain’t never met a mother****еr like this
[00:48.203]Kiss my ass, then you can suck a d**k
[00:50.703]Sideways, my way or thе highway, listen up
[00:54.203]Ain’t nothing changed here, I still don’t give a ****
[00:57.703]So what the ****’s up with all the backlash?
[01:00.703]You snowflakes, here’s a news flash!
[01:03.453]Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
[01:10.203]Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see
[01:13.453]That every kid got a mother****ing trophy
[01:16.703]But, yo, homie, here’s the situation:
[01:19.703]A nation of b*****s is our next generation!
[01:23.203]And these minions and their agendas
[01:26.203]Every opinion has a millennial offended
[01:29.454]But this amendment one, it rings true
[01:32.204]And if you don’t dissent, b***h, then see number two
[01:35.704]Ain’t nothin’ new: right church, wrong pew
[01:38.704]Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
[01:41.954]Can all get the bottom of my mother****ing shoe
[01:44.954]I’m the last of a few still screaming, “**** you!”
[01:48.204]Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
[01:54.454]Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
[02:00.454]Oh, I’m gonna soar like an eagle
[02:06.954]My wings will carry me away
[02:13.705]I got the heart of a lion
[02:21.396]I get stronger every day
[03:01.397]You’ll never tell me shit, you’ll never flip my script
[03:04.397]Because I’m more outrageous than the Vegas strip
[03:07.647]You’re like Mayberry, b***h, I’m hard and crisp
[03:10.897]High-risk hillbilly, but I’m filthy rich
[03:14.147]You’re like Milli Vanilli, kinda silly and shit
[03:17.147]I’m like Shotgun Willie, smokin’ Phillies and shit
[03:20.397]I’m like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
[03:23.897]Like Springsteen, b***h, I’m the mother****ing boss
[03:27.397]James Dean shit, I’m more like Brad Pitt
[03:30.397]A little less pretty, but I slang more shit
[03:33.397]I twang more riffs, I slide through grass
[03:36.647]I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
[03:39.898]Pass the mic, I’m like Sloe Gin Fizz
[03:42.898]It ain’t nobody, it ain’t nobody
[03:46.398]Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!

作词 : Robert James Ritchie/Jon Harvey/Jeremy Widerman/Brandon Bliss/Steve Kiely
作曲 : Robert James Ritchie/Jon Harvey/Jeremy Widerman/Brandon Bliss/Steve Kiely
**** all you hoes!
Detroit ’til I die, mother****er!
Talkin’ all that bullshit!
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
I’m a moonshine sipper, straight slippin’ in the darkness
Far from heartless, I’m more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed, no, I’ve never been the smartest
But make no mistake, I hit the ****ing hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later, b***h, I still ****ing mean it
Bucka bucka, you ain’t never met a mother****еr like this
Kiss my ass, then you can suck a d**k
Sideways, my way or thе highway, listen up
Ain’t nothing changed here, I still don’t give a ****
So what the ****’s up with all the backlash?
You snowflakes, here’s a news flash!
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see
That every kid got a mother****ing trophy
But, yo, homie, here’s the situation:
A nation of b*****s is our next generation!
And these minions and their agendas
Every opinion has a millennial offended
But this amendment one, it rings true
And if you don’t dissent, b***h, then see number two
Ain’t nothin’ new: right church, wrong pew
Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom of my mother****ing shoe
I’m the last of a few still screaming, “**** you!”
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!
Oh, I’m gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I got the heart of a lion
I get stronger every day
You’ll never tell me shit, you’ll never flip my script
Because I’m more outrageous than the Vegas strip
You’re like Mayberry, b***h, I’m hard and crisp
High-risk hillbilly, but I’m filthy rich
You’re like Milli Vanilli, kinda silly and shit
I’m like Shotgun Willie, smokin’ Phillies and shit
I’m like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen, b***h, I’m the mother****ing boss
James Dean shit, I’m more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I slang more shit
I twang more riffs, I slide through grass
I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
Pass the mic, I’m like Sloe Gin Fizz
It ain’t nobody, it ain’t nobody
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live!