Correction Lyrics Problems by Adam Calhoun

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I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

Can I live please?
For just one day I ain't tryin' hear what you got to say
This beat's in here like Dr. Dre, gun to your head and by the way
Safety's off, this motherf**ker takes faces off
I'm spacin' out, shots ringin' loud
Car takein' off, I'm speedin' off
This life of mine's seen a million miles
Drugs and booze, women too
They come in groups
They leave with us but go home with you
It's on to the next one, on-on to the next one
I ain't got time for love and affection
Goofy a** b*t*h needs too much attention
I'm just tryin' to live I don't need all the extras
Can I live please? Sh*t can I at least breath?
Got money now, and it's funny how I ain't ever 'round, they all miss me
I ain't comin' home, I'm on the road
This the life I chose, this rock-n-roll
So lock and load I'm gonna raise hell 'til it's time to go
Time to go
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord know's I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

I got a problem Lord know's I do
I can't live with one, but I can live with two
I love big girls with tan skin, and blue eyes with big boobs
Wearin' Daisy Dukes with a pair of boots
I love a country broad with deep southern roots
Got a southern drawl and she talks slow
But she f**ks fast, like boy ooh
Livin' life in the fast lane
Got four broads, I don't know they names
I'm a rock star like Cobain
I'm rich b*t*h like Rick James
It's rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
And we party down until the sky's blue
It's every night with a different girl
In a different state in a different room
My Snapchat be full of doves
It's lift hard, seven, six, five
You can look me up and that's no lie
Stay with a 'bama ridin' by my side
Middle fingers up, you live one time
I'ma rock it down 'til the wheels fall off
I'm a Rollin' Stone, I'm bad to the bone
I'm in all black call me Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash)
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord knows I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze
I got a problem, whoa I do
I love me some women, Lord knows I do
Follow the road that I've been through
Rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, and booze

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