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I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate
‘Cos you know you can't control what I do or what I say
I'll never be the one that you think I should be
Don't you see
I do what I please, with no apologies
I'm still the one that shot up that Hill Top bar
You say me and ol' Jim Beam sometimes take things a little too far
But I don't think you're ready for no Honky Tonk Hero like me (bitches please)
You'd do better with a puppet dancing on a string
I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate
You know you can't control what I do or what I say
I'll never be the one that you think I should be
Don't you see
I do what I please, with no apologies
I'm a bad mother f
I'm still the one that got cut up in that Austin parking lot
I did some cutting of my own you know I always give for what I got
Maybe battle scars and whiskey breath ain't in your market plan
I don't think you're ready for no true life Honky Tonk Man
I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate
‘Cos you know you can't control what I do or what I say
I'll never be the one that you think I should be
Don't you see
I do what I please, with no apologies
Hell I do what I please, with no apologies