| It’s not like I’m incapable of change
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| I’m being honest ya’ll
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| I’m a simple man in so many ways
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| I got my strengths and a lot of flaws
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| I don’t follow laws
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| Crack another bottle, baby, mazel tov
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| Then I top it off with a double shot
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| And a puff of pot
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| Bumping southern rock
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| As I’m nodding off
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| 'Til I’m riding off and the credits roll
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| While this world around me kept on getting cold
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| Baby, let 'em know
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| Had a heavy toll
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| That I never let 'em come and get my soul
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| And I used that silver lining as an easy way of justifying how I’m living
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| Sticking to my guns like a Beretta mag
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| Been to Hell and back, but I’m chilling
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| I’m stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways
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| They saying that I gotta grow up and to start acting my age
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| I ain’t saying I’ma never change
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| But some things’ll always be the same
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| Ooh, and I don’t know what I’ma do
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| But try to carry on through
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| And If I ever gotta change, then it won’t be for you
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| 'Cause I’m stuck in my ways, but it’s okay
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| I’m not an old dog just yet, but I’m skeptical of new tricks
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| Still the man I always was, 'cept
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| The world been changing on me, truth is
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| Yeah, I took a few licks, check the bruises, I can prove it
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| Find my comfort from it with a few sips and this medical from Massachusetts,
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| if the shoe fits
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| Fuck it throw 'em on and run a marathon in 'em
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| Make it to the finish line, God willin'
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| While these minutes on the clock, tickin'
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| Either learn to love me as the man I am
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| Or don’t, but I’m not switching
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| Same dude, rolling up a doob
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| Smoke blowin' in the wind, Bob Dylan
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| While I’m on the dock sitting by the bay
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| With this Otis Redding playing on the Bluetooth
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| Getting blazed on a Summer day
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| Stuck up in my ways, living how I used to
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| I’m maturing bit by bit but always been a little weary of the things I’m new to
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| Don’t rush me, 'cause trust me
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| I ain’t worrying about what you do
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| Got these vices that I’m fucking glued to
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| But you know I’m riding 'til the motor stall
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| That’s the protocol
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| Pour another whisky at the local bar, I’m an outlaw
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| To society, surrounded by this notoriety
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| And it’s just by being me, I don’t even try to be
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| That’s the irony
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| I’m stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways
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| They saying that I gotta grow up and to start acting my age
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| I ain’t saying I’ma never change
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| But some things’ll always be the same
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| Ooh, and I don’t know what I’ma do
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| But try to carry on through
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| And If I ever gotta change, then it won’t be for you
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| 'Cause I’m stuck in my ways, but it’s okay
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| Got this drink in my cup and I’m thinking of something to say to myself (As I
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| look in the mirror)
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| I been through the ups and the downs and I still find a way for myself
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| Yeah, I got this drink in my cup and I’m thinking of something to say to myself
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| (As I look in the mirror)
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| I been through the ups and the downs and I still find a way for myself
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| I’m stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways
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| They saying that I gotta grow up and to start acting my age
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| I ain’t saying I’ma never change
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| But some things’ll always be the same
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| Ooh, and I don’t know what I’ma do
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| But try to carry on through
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| And If I ever gotta change, then it won’t be for you
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| 'Cause I’m stuck in my ways, but it’s okay
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| I’m stuck in my ways, stuck in my ways
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| They saying that I gotta grow up and to start acting my age
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| I ain’t saying I’ma never change
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| But some things’ll always be the same
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| Ooh, and I don’t know what I’ma do
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| But try to carry on through
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| And If I ever gotta change, then it won’t be for you
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| 'Cause I’m stuck in my ways, but it’s okay
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| Ooh, ooh ooh ooh |