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Sittin up all night trying to have a good time singing my songs and trying to get paid Ive been roughed up beat up Ive been cut I got a tattoo at a tender age Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck with a few friends and a can of mace Born on the south side with alot of rebel pride raised alot of hell in my younger days Hey I cant help what I say I could be right I could be wrong It just might hurt but it makes me strong If the shoe fits wear it If the truth hurts bear it Well thats the kind of life Im living and I plan on living long Its a hard road to choose Being good and paying dues But thats the kind of life Im living and I plan on living long Running hard running free never gonna catch me driving too fast on a black top road Loaded up hammered back I'll smack you with my tire jack you better walk away before I carry you home Passing my pig sty sleeping where the dogs lie anywhere I go is where I call my home Been stoned been straight been to hell and heavens gate I got thrown out when they said I didnt belong Hey I just keep movin on I could be right I could be wrong It just might hurt but it makes me strong If the shoe fits wear it If the truth hurts bear it Well thats the kind of life Im living and I plan on living long Its a hard road to choose Being good and paying dues But thats the kind of life Im living and I plan on living long |
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