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My mother gave me this ashtray
As we sat quietly in the attic
She said I want to give it away
It's crystal and it thick
And I use it in this room, just for me
When I'm playing my guitar so diligently
Oh yes it's an heirloom no really
It's from the heart can't you see
My mother gave me this ashtray
With which I can use anytime
As a blunt object to your head
If you try to steal my rhyme
It's only thing I know I've got
As I toil away in this market
Is what my mamma taught
To keep you heart in a locket
Cause people are without honor
And as soon as you become distracted
It could be that you're a goner
While some creep is singing your ballad
As we sat quietly in the attic
She said I want to give it away
It's crystal and it thick
And I use it in this room, just for me
When I'm playing my guitar so diligently
Oh yes it's an heirloom no really
It's from the heart can't you see
My mother gave me this ashtray
With which I can use anytime
As a blunt object to your head
If you try to steal my rhyme
It's only thing I know I've got
As I toil away in this market
Is what my mamma taught
To keep you heart in a locket
Cause people are without honor
And as soon as you become distracted
It could be that you're a goner
While some creep is singing your ballad