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Wish I could come home from work And I'd have a drink... I'm tired of her... ...reason why she's... ...the fact that she... Can't count all the times that I've... Just let the past be the past I used to drink like a fish and hunt like a dog Without a whole lotta shit not committed by law People called me the Picasso of painting the town I've finally grown up I've finally changed from that someone I was To somebody I am But she finds it hard to believe that she's turned me around So I'd proudly die before I give up my Up to no good livin' now ...her flowers... I just kept making things worse I haven't been... To give her the things she deserves I used to drink like a fish and hunt like a dog Without a whole lotta shit not committed by law People called me the Picasso of painting the town Letras de cancionesI've finally grown up I've finally changed from that someone I was To somebody I am But she finds it hard to believe that she's turned me around So I'd proudly die before I give up my Up to no good livin' now I used to curse like a sailor and hunt like .. But I didn't think back then I'd have to pay for it now So I'd proudly die before I give up my Up to no good livin' now Yeah, I'd have to die before I give up my Up to no good livin' now From Letras Mania