No Apologies

Well, I'm still the one, son, all you bitches love to hate
'Cause 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? 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
Yeah, but I don't think you're ready for no Honky-tonk hero like me
Yeah, bitches, please
You'd do better with some puppet dancing on a string

'Cause I'm still the one, son, all you bitches love to hate
You know you can't control what I do, what I say
And I'll never be the one you think I should be
Don't you see I do what I please? No apologies
I'm a bad motherf-

I'm still the one got cut up in that Austin parking lot
I did some cutting of my own, you know I always give for what I got
Well, maybe battle scars in real life ain't what you need in your market plan, yeah
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
You know you control what I do or what I say
Yet I'll never be the one that you think I should be
Don't you see I do what I please? No apologies

Hell, I do what I please with no apologies