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8 thoughts on “ Mama, Im A Smoker - PJ Bond - You Didnt Know I Was Alphabetical (CD, Album)

  1. Nothing but, swisher smoking tonight Anything that you want from me, gotta wait till I get high I'm not capping but, only sticky green is on my mind But if you wanna match your sweet, well I think we can compromise [Z-Ro:] I'ma huff and I'm gon puff, cause I done made it a habit From point A to point B and even to point C, I'm searching for.
  2. Jun 25,  · When my dad gave me a Zippo for my 15th birthday all he said, thought you might like it. Until that day I thought my parents didn't know I smoked. No hastle at all, when I asked them later why they were so relaxed about both mine and my brother's smoking, dad said he never thought what if they start smoking but wondered when we would start smoking.
  3. Sep 15,  · There’s so much about smoking that I love: the sense of community when you crowd under an outside awning to light up in the rain with 10 strangers; the .
  4. Jun 07,  · im 17 and i started when i was my parents divorced when i was 10 and my mom remarried when i was i live with my dad since my moms new husband doesnt want kids. which is totaly cool with me. i still love my mom and she loves me and we see each other all the time, visits and stuff. he is really cool too. i respect the fact he doesnt want to raise kids. we get along good as well. im.
  5. Nov 10,  · Mama, I'm a Smoker, a song by PJ Bond on Spotify We and our partners use cookies to personalize your experience, to show you ads based on your interests, and for measurement and analytics purposes. By using our website and our services, you agree to our use of cookies as described in our Cookie Duration: 3 min.
  6. May 06,  · Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come. Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh, I don't want to die.
  7. She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford. I'm just sitting up it's late, it's getting rough It's two o'clock, black and white Ceilings got no good advice All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came.

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