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[Narration by Doug Bradley:] Her penultimate sighs Called softy on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth And then
Matt Bradley's got the broken teeth He wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve He's just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC
Cee, yo, it goes a-one, two, three Some people call me Kane some people call me Big Daddy My momma's name is Ruth and my pops is Clay Bradley I got
basic And you hypin them up like you say shit Only ones that's gone say that they hate this Is the ones that can never make a hit Call you Doug you not
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