Lay It On Me Chords by Kid Rock

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_ _ _ _ _ _ LOOOOOOOONEEEEEY Cowboy baby
You know my credits
Don't ask if it's true
Fuck it I said it Regret it?
Never Pimping?
Forever
Home more hoes than a freak ass lover
So ya better never
Question the clever clever
I'll sever whatever
Go get her and turn em redder than ever
You better wet her
And leave her makin' em miss me
[E] That's [Abm] how we do it up in Detroit city
71 supertars, big block, hear me
Your elder bars, I'm livin' more [Db] like Lemmy
[Abm] A f*** up a Benny in the chest is hot
But you ain't never met a motherf***er like [Db] Kid Rock
And twisted [Ab] brown truckers like a loaded gun
With a band that other [Db] bands run from
You [Abm] in the backstage boogie is where you'll find me
If you want some of that flash of past
[Ab] Come back and lay it on me
_ _ _ _ Lay it on me
_ _ _ Lay it on me
_ _ _ _ Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on [B] me
_ [Abm] Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Now, people always say I ain't livin' right
But it ain't my fault you [F] misplaced your life
Replaced your [Ab] wife with [Abm] some too fit and easy
Now you're getting f***ed up and [F] depressin'
Chippin' with [Abm] the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with the Mickey, fast women and drugs
One love for two minutes, a third minute, I'm [Db] gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
I'm [Abm] makin' pancakes, baby, if you crack the X
You'll feel the Irish tornado if you spread your legs
No need to bag and don't trail behind me
So step up front, little lady
Lay it on me
_ _ [Ab] _ Baby, you got to lay it on _ _ me
_ Lay it on me
_ _ _ You got to lay it on me
_ _ [Abm] Hey, hey, hey _
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[Gb] _ [Ab] We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'
Live from Detroit, it's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh, no need to bite
And to y'all he-haws who thought I'd never [Db] rank
I'm goin' [B] all the way to the [Ab] bank, bitch
I got rich off of keepin' it real
While you radio heads are reinventin' the wheel
Got critics all trippin' off, I don't know [Db] what
While I'm sippin' [B] King Louis, not givin' a [Db] f***
Trash me in the news, givin' whack reviews
But you'll never find [Gbm] another who can [Gb] fill my [Db] shoes
Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can [Cm] rock, who can [Bbm] roll, who can throw life [Ab] back
Black brim in a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Somers
Understand I want peace like [Db] Gandhi, but until that day
I'ma walk this [Ab] way, so lay it on me
I'm talkin' all night long, lay it on me
Like a bang gone, lay it on me
With ACDC [Db] on, from Hell's [B] Bells to the next nine [Ab] songs
Lay it on me, I can love you like that
Lay it on me, I'd rather pop the phone
Lay it on me, I can make you [Db] so slow-rided, [B] baby
Pull a piano [Abm] break, come on
Step [Dbm] _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ up [B] front, little lady
[Ab] Lay it on me, come on, lay it on
Lay it on me, got to lay it on
Lay [Abm] it on me, yeah
_ _ Oh, [Ab] oh, oh, yeah
_ [Abm] Oh, lay it on [Ab] me
You [Dbm] got a [Abm] one, two, three, give it up _ _
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