Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Mama, artist - Run the Jewels.
Date of issue: 24.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Mama |
Gun in the holster be |
Right in the upholstery |
Somewhere right close to me |
Just in case the rollers be |
Rolling on the G |
My woman keep it in the hosiery |
I’m known in my town |
In those strips where high-rollers be |
I’m up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be |
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me |
Fuck with us |
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly |
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though |
Cause there ain’t no hoe in me |
«Notice me, senpai!» |
they cry when I choke their speak |
I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery |
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries |
I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries |
Better run from the future palooka (haul off) |
You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off) |
There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost) |
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft) |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
She said, «I'm crying on you» |
She said, «I waited up for you all night» |
I said, «I'm trying mama» |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
She said, «I'm crying on you» |
She said, «I waited up for you all night» |
I said, «I'm trying mama» |
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate |
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate |
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate |
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate |
I tell her, «Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break» |
She said, «Don't curse your mama, goddammit,» and threw a dinner plate (damn) |
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay |
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate |
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate |
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen them tricks you venerate |
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate |
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
She said, «I'm crying on you» |
She said, «I waited up for you all night» |
I said, «I'm trying mama» |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
She said, «I'm crying on you» |
She said, «I waited up for you all night» |
I said, «I'm trying mama» |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
They want us dying, mama |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
But I ain’t crying, mama |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
You raised a lion, mama |
I ain’t lying, mama |
My mama said that I’m not living right |
I said, «I'm trying mama» |
I’m crying on you, crying on you |
I said, «I'm trying mama» |