| To hear my momma tell it
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| I’ve been gone too long
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| To hear them talk about me
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| Say I’m doing wrong
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| But I been on my own since fifteen
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| Only death and jail before me
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| Drag my name through mud and I still come out clean
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| I get faded
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| I get a little loose sometimes
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| I get wasted
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| They say I’m gonna lose my mind
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| Spend all day long the same old song
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| Meet my demons down by the crossroads
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| I get faded
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| And I don’t give a fuck if you call me a rebel
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| Call me a rebel
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| Brush my teeth with cocaine
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| Wash it down with whiskey
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| Dressed in black from head to toe
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| No one can stand against me
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| Because we all stand here guilty
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| Heaven and Hell tried to save a man without a soul
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| I get faded
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| I get a little loose sometimes
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| I get wasted
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| They say I’m gonna lose my mind
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| Spend all day long the same old song
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| Meet my demons down by the crossroads
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| I get faded
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| And I don’t give a fuck if you call me a rebel
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| Yeah, yeah, call me a rebel, yeah
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| Uh uh
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| Maybe I’m not alone
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| Yeah we all singing the same damn song
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| We all rebels
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| We get faded
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| We get a little loose sometimes
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| We get wasted
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| They say we’re gonna lose our minds, yeah
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| Spend all day long the same old song
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| Meet our demons down by the crossroads
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| We get faded
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| And we don’t give a fuck, haha
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| We all rebels
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| We all rebels
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| Call me a rebel |