Mama’s Curse Songtext
von Brabo Gator

My apologies are worthless
But maybe if I drown in my tears, the truth will surface
That I′m a narcissist, a hard-headed problem child
But you don't know how hard it is to hold a smile

And I don′t mean you no harm, Mama
In my heart, I always thought I'd be a star, Mama
But failure made me so bitter
I'm tired of making promises I know I can′t deliver

So this time, don′t get your hopes up
Because if fire deep inside me finally froze up
I ain't had no luck, I made you the victim of my gypsy drifting
Late bills and evictions

Not to mention the creditors call you daily
And threaten they′re going to sue me unless I make a payment
Petrified, so you pay them Mama, I'm saying
That I ain′t got the strength to make the music stop playing (stop playing)


God sent an angel to raise me
And all I did was drove her crazy
She still tells me that I'm her baby
When the truth is I′m her curse
Regardless how much I love her
All I do is make things worse

A lot of my fans are suicidal
Who say my music saved them and gave them a new revival
If I quit and lose a life, I'ma feel reliable
If I don't, I tarnish my own survival

Mama, I′m idle, trapped in this damn cycle
Thoughts begin to spiral
People think I′m an idol that brings hope
Really, I'm fucked off
The only thing consistent in my life is love, love (love, love)

You always told me, "Baby, try your best"
And I did, I turned into a P.O.S
It′s shitty, ain't it?
I′m not what you deserve
If I had to die for every time I got on your nerves

I'd buy you a mansion with a lake on it
A hundred acres and Clydesdales to graze on it (graze on it)
But you′re haunted, haunted by me
I'm your dream killer, the son you don't need (need)


God sent an angel to raise me
And all I did was drove her crazy
She still tells me that I′m her baby
When the truth is I′m her curse
Regardless how much I love her
All I do is make things worse

Despite everything I owe you
I don't even pay attention to things you go through
Hell, I don′t even visit like I'm ′posed to
'Cause I′m addicted to pro tools
('Cause I'm addicted to pro tools)

My life′s a song on the third verse
′Cause seeing you hurt just makes me hurt worse
I'm the curse in your life, you′re my angel
I wish you'd fly away from my danger

And finally disown me
And feed me to these wolves and these fake ass homies
I deserve to be lonely
You deserve to be happy, can′t you see?
My problems are what murder my dad

Mama, run before I pull out this gun
And shoot a bullet through your gold heart
The only thing I've done has been a lousy-ass son
I′m sorry for the man that I've become
(For the man that I've become)

God sent an angel to raise me
And all I did was drove her crazy
She still tells me that I′m her baby
When the truth is I′m her curse
Regardless how much I love her
All I do is make things worse

My apologies are worthless
But maybe if I drown in my tears, the truth will surface