Wife doesn't wanna be seen with me
When I'm packing
Lord help the man who crosses me
When I'm packing
Yes, I know my rights
Whatcha think, I'm dumb
Whatcha think
I'm not onto your game
As a man of faith
My compass leads me North
And I pray
I got my AR-15
My Diet Dr. Thunder
What more could I need
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Favorite store got robbed last week
Now I'm packing
God bless the thug that crosses me
When I'm packing
Yes, I've paid the price
I lost my job
Lost my leg last February
We can talk about pain
I got my AR-15
My Diet Dr. Thunder
Y'all know what I mean
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Used to read the Journal
'Til they filled it up with lies
Got old friends 'cross the county line
That I don't recognize
The sheriff told me
Leave the gun at home
What more could I need
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
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Wife doesn't wanna be seen with me
When I'm packing
Lord help the man who crosses me
When I'm packing
Yes, I know my rights
Whatcha think, I'm dumb
Whatcha think
I'm not onto your game
As a man of faith
My compass leads me North
And I pray
I got my AR-15
My Diet Dr. Thunder
What more could I need
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Favorite store got robbed last week
Now I'm packing
God bless the thug that crosses me
When I'm packing
Yes, I've paid the price
I lost my job
Lost my leg last February
We can talk about pain
I got my AR-15
My Diet Dr. Thunder
Y'all know what I mean
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Used to read the Journal
'Til they filled it up with lies
Got old friends 'cross the county line
That I don't recognize
The sheriff told me
Leave the gun at home
What more could I need
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
When I'm packing
Lord help the man who crosses me
When I'm packing
Yes, I know my rights
Whatcha think, I'm dumb
Whatcha think
I'm not onto your game
As a man of faith
My compass leads me North
And I pray
I got my AR-15
My Diet Dr. Thunder
What more could I need
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Favorite store got robbed last week
Now I'm packing
God bless the thug that crosses me
When I'm packing
Yes, I've paid the price
I lost my job
Lost my leg last February
We can talk about pain
I got my AR-15
My Diet Dr. Thunder
Y'all know what I mean
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Used to read the Journal
'Til they filled it up with lies
Got old friends 'cross the county line
That I don't recognize
The sheriff told me
Leave the gun at home
What more could I need
I can't work no more
And the funny part is
It's just little old me
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Stephen from Strawberry Creek
And they wanna hear my voice
Writer: Alexander Smith
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