| Oh yeah
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| Ain’t gonna lie, I can count on both hands
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| My down to ride 'til the day I die friends
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| To get them, I’d like to think
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| That I’m few and far between
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| Guys like me, you want in an alley with ya
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| Up a creek, ain’t a doubt I’m gonna paddle with ya
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| Go to bat, go to church, go to battle with ya
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| They can say what they want about me, but
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| The ones that need me got me
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| The ones that doubt me can’t stop me
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| Even the ones that said, «Forget him.»
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| You can bet they ain’t forgot me
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| Either wanna hit me or hold me
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| Those that hate me don’t know me
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| And the ones that don’t trust anybody trust me
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| Yeah, the ones that like me love me
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| Speak my mind, don’t mind who’s listenin'
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| I’ll ask forgiveness, 'fore I ask permission
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| Least with me you know what you’re gettin'
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| You may not get a thing about me, but
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| The ones that need me got me
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| The ones that doubt me can’t stop me
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| Even the ones that said, «Forget him.»
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| You can bet they ain’t forgot me
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| Either wanna hit me or hold me
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| Those that hate me don’t know me
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| And the ones that don’t trust anybody trust me
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| Yeah, the ones that like me love me
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| Yeah, they love me
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| And I ain’t perfect, I’m a simple man
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| I got a sinner’s mind, but I can fold my hands
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| I ain’t afraid to pray and I do know who I am, yeah
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| And the ones that need me got me
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| Ones that doubt me can’t stop me
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| Even the ones that said, «Forget him.»
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| Bet your ass they ain’t forgot me
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| Either wanna hit me or hold me
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| Those that hate me don’t know me
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| And the ones that don’t trust anybody trust me
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| Yeah, the ones that like me love me
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| The ones that like me love me
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| And if you don’t
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| Probably a pretty good chance I don’t like you either |