| You can call me a sinner
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| You can call me a saint
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| You can say I’m a winner
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| You can say that I ain’t
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| Just know it won’t change a damn thing
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| I am who I am, so I am who I blame
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| While I sip this whisky
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| And chase these concrete dreams
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| Ever since I was a kid I’ve had an itch I couldn’t fix
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| It’s as if even when I did scratch it would just get deeper in the skin
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| Till a scab was covering it
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| Then I’d peel it back and dig deeper until no skin no flesh was left
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| Then I went to discovering I’d have this itch until death
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| Cause it’s in my bones
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| From on the road been gone to being home
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| But being alone in my own zone writing songs
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| I’ve got an addiction ain’t no way to fix it
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| Just give it what it needs and keep on living with it
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| Ain’t no way to kick this habit but damn it I love it though
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| I wouldn’t wanna take a ride in your boat
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| You can call me a sinner
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| You can call me a saint
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| You can say I’m a winner
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| You can say that I ain’t
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| Just know it won’t change a damn thing
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| I am who I am, so I am who I blame
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| While I sip this whisky
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| And chase these concrete dreams
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| I’ve been cursed with a gift
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| Guess I’ve been blessed with a curse
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| Yeah I’ve been broken and unpaid that don’t change what I’m worth
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| I wait for the day when I can exchange words for and honest living
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| But until then I’m getting by knowing it could be worse
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| I could be a hypocrite with a whole lot of jealous in me
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| Wishing I was chasing dreams
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| But I can’t cause I’m always too busy
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| Envying the things I don’t understand
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| Luckily for me I ain’t had a plan
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| I got a dream in a bottle empty tank going full throttle
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| I got an outlaw status because I come from these hollers
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| So the fact that I’m rapping just happens to bother some folks
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| You can jump shit, I don’t give a shit
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| You can call me a sinner
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| You can call me a saint
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| You can say I’m a winner
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| You can say that I ain’t
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| Just know it won’t change a damn thing
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| I am who I am, so I am who I blame
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| While I sip this whisky
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| And chase these concrete dreams
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| I am what you claim
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| I ain’t the same and it ain’t ashamed to be me
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| Noone to blame
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| Through the good times and pain I’ll always be me
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| You can call me a sinner
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| You can call me a saint
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| You can say I’m a winner
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| You can say that I ain’t
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| Just know it won’t change a damn thing
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| I am who I am, so I am who I blame
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| While I sip this whisky
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| And chase these concrete dreams |