Woke up with cotton mouth
And a dog hunching on my leg
I feel like something I turned throughout
I got a bum, money just too big
I'll take my bitching straight out of your kitchen
If you hear my plea, Lord
Keep them things away from me
Help me, mama, yeah
Keep them things away from me
I pulled into Atlanta, GA
With a butt load full of dreams
Traded them in one by one
For participation in petty schemes
I keep bitching about my condition
But life won't let me be, Lord
Keep them things away from me
Help me, mama, yeah
Keep them things away from me
I keep bitching about my condition
But life won't let me be, Lord
Keep them things away from me
Help me, mama, yeah
Keep them things away from me
Help me, mama, yeah
Keep them things away from me
I said, keep them things away from me
One more time
I said, keep them things away from me
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