Talk to my mama these days more than I ever have
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Seen so many changes so I don¡¯t really know how to stand
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I don¡¯t really trust nobody, erybody be on something
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Don¡¯t even answer my phone, everybody just want some
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Surrounded by my friends but somehow I feel lonesome
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Confiding in my bitch but now I swear I don¡¯t want one
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I was raised wrong, I just ain¡¯t had no father figure
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Present in my home
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So I used daddy¡¯s hell excuse for how I carry on
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Loading up the carry on, need to call my mama
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Tryina get paper in ways that I know she wouldn¡¯t be proud of
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Dealing with the death and graces, the lakes are filling with tears
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That was my mother, when I wife em
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My mother so many years, want to apologize baby
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Just hopin that you forgive me
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We both know that I ain¡¯t keepin a loud
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And while you was here, call your people
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Take on them, even when you feel like you don¡¯t need em
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Cause this gonn be like cardiac arrest when you can¡¯t see em
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Weed is my freedom, but that shit don¡¯t take my freedom
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Why the fuck am I so selfish when I know my ¡¦
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Guess I¡¯m stunting like my dad
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Feel I relieve, been watching myself become the one
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I¡¯m vowed to never be as seen
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Arianna in a year, real talk, blame it on the mother
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But don¡¯t never say ¡¦ fault
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I was just young with an addiction of leading girls into feelings
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No intentions to ever beeing the one that¡¯s meant for pleading
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Coming from a place with jesus, since all we have to believe in
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Who they yell about convictions and condequence for concieving
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Twisting ..in my slumber I¡¯m steady dealing with demons
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If he seeming like the people who leave you the one who need ya
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Had to several ties with several, these friends can be so deceiving
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Tryina salvage thoughts you laughing the ones who ain¡¯t stop believing
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No more young stunting my videos
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But we still cool, the bitches over digits
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I just miss when we was real cool
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Not my niggas, not my hoes
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Not even obama
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Hit me out when I jailing
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Just my motherfucking mama
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Hey mama, hey mama please just pray for your son
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I wonder, I wonder, will better days are there come
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Still smoking, and drinking, living my life in sin
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Just hopin and praying, he¡¯ll always ¡¦ my sin.
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Hey Mama (Chapter 2)
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Tha Joker |