Southern Smoke
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Southern Smoke you motherfucker you
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha betcha betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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At seven years old I had my first fight
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It was with a bully, but over my bike
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He was like let me take a ride
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You wanna go wait inside
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See I was young
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But I wasn¡¯t trying to get jacked
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Last week he took Joe¡¯s bike and he never come back
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I¡¯ll be damned if I get played like that
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So I stood him off
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Then he put his hand on my handlebars
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I rolled my fist and I started swinging
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Yea I was crying to screaming
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Scared to death but better yet
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I landed ¡®bout six shots
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He fell dead on his ass, shit stopped
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I bet you know what time it is now, tic tock
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My knuckle¡¯s bled, I got blood on my wrist watch
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It was a murder Alfred Hitchcock
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Running ¡®round like this the Daytona pit stop
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Sticks and stones may break your bones
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But words will never hurt you
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And if you lie or steal
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If he steal your kill
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Then patience is a virtue
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Sticks and stones may break your bones
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But words will never hurt you
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And if you lie or steal
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If he steal your kill
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Then patience is a virtue
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In the year of ¡¯98 I lost my brother and my father
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And my grandfather
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Life got harder
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So I just suck it up and open up a new carter
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Seven years later Carter hit my water
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So I ate that too
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I had to grind a little smarter
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Mama need a house to slim down her new daughter
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Slim couldn¡¯t land a job in the eight for three years
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Stressed him out real bad
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Broke him down into tears
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Talking man you better see me
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Cause I¡¯m always on the road
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And even if we go home
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I still am always on the go
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No other than my little Shorty says she ¡®bout to let me go
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But you know me or the more be
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I gotta go and get the zone
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And the fans keep axing ¡®bout skipping juvy
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I say we rack together and we making movie
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And half of the world hate it
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The other half love it
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But who the fuck cares?
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Two tears in the bucket
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Sticks and stones may break your bones
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But words will never hurt you
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And if you lie or steal
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If he steal your kill
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Then patience is a virtue
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Sticks and stones may break your bones
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But words will never hurt you
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And if you lie or steal
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If he steal your kill
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Then patience is a virtue
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Ibetcha betcha betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Ibetcha betcha betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Ibetcha betcha betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Betcha I don¡¯t cry no more
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Sothern Smoke
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Betcha I Don¡¯t Cry No More
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