Interlude (Mama) Songtext
von Chillinit
Interlude (Mama) Songtext
Dear mama, dear mama
Shit
Nah, real talk, check, check
Ma, I know you′re hurting, that it's burning you inside
The way your son is workin′, you are certain I could die
Drownin' in the drugs while I be searchin' for the high
Mama′s asking why I′m comin' home with circles ′round my eyes
I said, "Mama, I'm just tired", mama, that′s a lie
Lately I been questionin' if someone′s in the sky
'Cause every time I pray, mama, no one gon' reply
You told me keep the faith, Ma, I wonder if you lied
And now I′m gettin′ high, party limousines
Now it's fiddy g′s in my Balenciaga jeans
Now we eatin' pasta at a classier cuisines
Mama, half of this for you, but, mama, half of this for me
I′m still havin' dreams about the father I should be
I left my fuckin′ fam for these Rihannas on the beach
And now I think the devil made a casket just for me
I don't really know if I should laugh or I should scream, fuck
Let it breathe for a bit
This that interlude shit, we all need peace, man
Mum, fuck, you're the MVP
I can′t say it enough
I′m losing my voice from smoking, I need to chill, shit
Shit
Nah, real talk, check, check
Ma, I know you′re hurting, that it's burning you inside
The way your son is workin′, you are certain I could die
Drownin' in the drugs while I be searchin' for the high
Mama′s asking why I′m comin' home with circles ′round my eyes
I said, "Mama, I'm just tired", mama, that′s a lie
Lately I been questionin' if someone′s in the sky
'Cause every time I pray, mama, no one gon' reply
You told me keep the faith, Ma, I wonder if you lied
And now I′m gettin′ high, party limousines
Now it's fiddy g′s in my Balenciaga jeans
Now we eatin' pasta at a classier cuisines
Mama, half of this for you, but, mama, half of this for me
I′m still havin' dreams about the father I should be
I left my fuckin′ fam for these Rihannas on the beach
And now I think the devil made a casket just for me
I don't really know if I should laugh or I should scream, fuck
Let it breathe for a bit
This that interlude shit, we all need peace, man
Mum, fuck, you're the MVP
I can′t say it enough
I′m losing my voice from smoking, I need to chill, shit
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Mark J. Lombardo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com