Aint nobody gonna tell me how to live lyrics

I am the story of a man
Who makes his way on his own
Don't need no kind of direction from no one
I got myself a pretty old soul
I am a giant of a man
I do what I please
I have respect for all that's around me and expect the same for me
So go ahead do what you want
Whatever your release
I'm just looking for a little quiet and my very own kind of peace

Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live

I'm gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I got the heart of a lion
And I get stronger everyday

I like the finer things in life
At least what's fine to me
I got music and people to love and that sure does suit my needs
Sitting in the sun with my favorite song and a little bit of weed
Ain't Nobody gonna tell me how to live
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Kid Rock – Don’t Tell Me How To Live Lyrics

Fuck all you hoes!
Detroit ’til I die, motherfucker!
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 fucking hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later, bitch, I still fucking mean it
Bucka bucka, you ain’t never met a motherfucker like this
Kiss my ass, then you can suck a dick
Sideways, my way or the highway, listen up
Ain’t nothing changed here, I still don’t give a fuck
So what the fuck’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 motherfuckin’ trophy
But, yo, homie, here’s the situation:
A nation of pussies 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, bitch, 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 motherfuckin’ shoe
I’m the last of a few still screamin’, “Fuck 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, bitch, 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, bitch, I’m the motherfuckin’ boss
James Dean shit, I’m more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I slang more dick
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!

Don’t Tell Me How to Live Lyrics by Kid Rock Ft. Monster Truck, from the album “Bad Reputation“, music has been produced by Dan Frizsell & Kid Rock, and Don’t Tell Me How to Live song lyrics are penned down by Brandon Bliss, Jeremy Widerman, Jon Harvey, Kid Rock & Steve Kiely.

Don’t Tell Me How to Live Lyrics

Fuck all you hoes!
Detroit ’til I die, motherfucker!
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 fucking hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later, bitch, I still fucking mean it
Bucka bucka, you ain’t never met a motherfuckеr like this
Kiss my ass, then you can suck a dick
Sideways, my way or thе highway, listen up
Ain’t nothing changed here, I still don’t give a fuck
So what the fuck’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 motherfuckin’ trophy
But, yo, homie, here’s the situation:
A nation of pussies 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, bitch, 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 motherfuckin’ shoe
I’m the last of a few still screamin’, “Fuck 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, bitch, 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, bitch, I’m the motherfuckin’ boss
James Dean shit, I’m more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I slang more dick
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!

SONG INFO:

Song: Don’t Tell Me How to Live
Singer: Kid Rock Ft. Monster Truck
Album: Bad Reputation (2022)
Music: Dan Frizsell & Kid Rock
Lyrics: Brandon Bliss, Jeremy Widerman, Jon Harvey, Kid Rock & Steve Kiely

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