| Check, check them Lac boys on the number line
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| You’re throwin' smoke but the motor’s still runnin' fine
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| I keep it hotter than Jamaica in the summertime
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| You’ll prolly never, ever wanna find another guy
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| That keep it lit as shit, you others need to fall back
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| I slap the track back harder than the ball bat
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| Yeah, I’m all that, what you think you call that
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| You runnin' round talkin' shit like y’all bad
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| I got to get it, how I live it, keep it rollin' on
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| While you bitches talk about barely holdin' on
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| See I’m a boss, my daddy was a rollin' stone
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| Stay gettin' shitty and the whiskey keeps me goin' strong
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| I get my roll on, you get your swole on
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| Boy you need to go home, go on, roll on
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| Anythin' that you ever done, see I done done it
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| Outlaw shit, and I’ma keep it one hundred
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| Hand on the bottle over my heart
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| I won’t ever
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| Be but the rebel I’ve been from the start, eh!
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| I don’t need no new ways
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| I like my old days
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| And I ain’t gon' back down
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| Don’t give a damn what they say
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| And I ain’t never gonna change
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| Till the day that I die
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| I’m doin' fine, I’ll stay behind in my
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| I stick around a buncha bull-headed buddies
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| That can pound a round of bourbon, go to lurkin' round the country
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| I shit you not, I got a automatic attitude
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| Rather good or bad mood, makes you think «just act cool»
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| Late nightrider buzzin' on a half a fast boy
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| DUI be chafin', you don’t like it, kiss my ass, boy
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| attention like a top dog
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| Get your high horse riders all knocked off
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| I’m an outlaw, baby, keepin' nothin' undercover
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| Yeah I’m spittin' like a rebel but I’m nothin' like your brother
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| Wasn’t nothin' that you didn’t know about me
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| We might be buddies and all, but I oughta tell ya I hate sheep
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| So listen more than love me, lookin' passionate but thuggin'
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| And I’m dabbin' but I’m buzzin', and I’ll kick ya ass for judgin'
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| It’s really nothin' tough for y’all to figure us out
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| A couple redneck folks, the square root of the south
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| Hand on the bottle over my heart
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| I won’t ever
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| Be but the rebel I’ve been from the start, eh!
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| I don’t need no new ways
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| I like my old days
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| And I ain’t gon' back down
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| Don’t give a damn what they say
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| And I ain’t never gonna change
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| Till the day that I die
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| I’m doin' fine, I’ll stay behind in my
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| I don’t need no new ways
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| I like my old days
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| I don’t need no new ways
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| I like my old days
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| Yeah, I don’t need no new ways
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| I like my old days
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| And I ain’t gon' back down
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| Don’t give a damn what they say
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| And I ain’t never gonna change
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| Till the day that I die
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| I’m doin' fine, I’ll stay behind in my
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| Outlaw state of mind
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| Outlaw state of mind |