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Mama done raised a smoker,
right from the womb.
Mama you raised a smoker,
and Dad did too.
Mama done raised a smoker,
black lung and a big red heart.
Mama you raised a smoker
to tell us apart.

Not that there was a difference,
Not that its an excuse…
Mama listen, I'm a smoker just like you.
Not that I don't like it,
Not that I can't put it down…
Papa did the same job from the other side of town.

Mama done raised a smoker,
right from the womb.
Mama you raised a smoker,
and Dad did too.
Mama done raised a smoker,
black lung and a big red heart.
Mama you raised a smoker
to tell us apart.

Not that there was a difference,
Not that its an excuse…
Mama listen, I'm a smoker just like you.
Not that its gonna kill me,
Cause we damn sure know it won't…
Mama sit down, let's have a smoke.

Not that there was a difference,
Not that its an excuse…
Mama listen, I'm a smoker just like you.
Not that its gonna kill me,
Cause we damn sure know it won't…
Mama sit down, let's have a smoke.

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from Meet Me In Cognito, released February 25, 2014

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The Bottom Dollars New York

Cherch &
Berg &
Mick &
Sean &
Chris &
Jer

"Professional Sonic Assassins" - CMJ

"The sonic version of a worn-in leather jacket" - P&W

"It's having a flask tucked, at all times, in the inside pocket of any coat that would ever be worn. It's keeping that flask healthily full with something that coats." - Paste Magazine

"The Bottom Dollars go ALL NIGHT!" - Village Voice

"Smoldering" - The Deli
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