| A little rough round the edges, yeah, but that’s who I am
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| Got as much dirt in my banks as I do on my hands
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| I sweat full my dollars through this blue-collar I wear
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| So go on and call me whatever, I really don’t care
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| I ain’t ashamed of the way I was raised
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| I ain’t ashamed of the choices I’m made
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| Just writing my story I’m good with no glory
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| Long as I go out it on place, I ain’t ashamed
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| I live of the land, you won’t see my hand reaching out
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| I come from a long line of fuck it, we’ll make it somehow
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| And I say what I mean, and I mean every last word I said
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| I laid down with my conscience and I don’t wake up with regret
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| I ain’t ashamed of the way I was raised
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| I ain’t ashamed of the choices I’m made
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| Just writing my story I’m good with no glory
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| Long as I go out it on place, I ain’t ashamed, no
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| Me and my lady like to get crazy as hell
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| She ain’t no angel but I ain’t no angel myself
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| I ain’t ashamed of the way I was raised
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| I ain’t ashamed of the choices I’m made
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| Just writing my story I’m good with no glory
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| Long as I go out it on place, I ain’t ashamed, no
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| I ain’t ashamed
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| I ain’t ashamed,
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| No, I ain’t ashamed |