| Dear mama, dear mama
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| Shit
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| Nah, real talk, check, check
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| Ma, I know you’re hurting, that it’s burning you inside
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| The way your son is workin', you are certain I could die
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| Drownin' in the drugs while I be searchin' for the high
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| Mama’s asking why I’m comin' home with circles 'round my eyes
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| I said, «Mama, I’m just tired», mama, that’s a lie
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| Lately I been questionin' if someone’s in the sky
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| 'Cause every time I pray, mama, no one gon' reply
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| You told me keep the faith, Ma, I wonder if you lied
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| And now I’m gettin' high, party limousines
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| Now it’s fiddy g’s in my Balenciaga jeans
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| Now we eatin' pasta at a classier cuisines
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| Mama, half of this for you, but, mama, half of this for me
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| I’m still havin' dreams about the father I should be
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| I left my fuckin' fam for these Rihannas on the beach
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| And now I think the devil made a casket just for me
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| I don’t really know if I should laugh or I should scream, fuck
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| Let it breathe for a bit
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| This that interlude shit, we all need peace, man
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| Mum, fuck, you’re the MVP
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| I can’t say it enough
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| I’m losing my voice from smoking, I need to chill, shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Interlude (Mama), artist - Chillinit. Album song The Octagon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп