Mother Songtext
von Fashawn
Mother Songtext
What up Ex?
Ayo, I just wanna talk about something real quick
This one right here is kinda like a love song, know what I′m saying?
Sorta hurts though
Bear with me
Check it out
Raised three snotty-nosed kids on your own
We never had a house, we always had a home
At least when you were there, half the time you was gone
Tried to cook my own supper, burnt my hand on the stove
I had clothes when I needed, but never when I wanted
First day of school I stunted, cause you went out and hunted
Got me the latest toy, and no matter how old I get
I'm still your baby boy, somehow you stayed employed
And never worked a 9 to 5, and I never wondered why
Black queen, crack fiend, all the while you was high
Hardly ever wiped my tears, never let you see me cry
Not one man in the house, so that spot I occupied
How could I not acknowledge your worth?
A matriarch, used to steal the dollars out of her purse
It breaks my heart to see you struggle with your addiction
And still I care for you
In spite all of the drama, I′ll always be there for you mama
You are
Everything and anything to me, little lady can't you see?
You are
You're my mama and I′m your son
Thank God cause he only gave us one
You remember that night, I took your glass pipe
Threw it against the street light?
You probably might, I thought I saved your life
Tasha called CPS, big sis was fed up
With her mama, tried to visit, but they usually didn′t let her
Life coulda been worse and life coulda been better
Loved her unconditionally since the day that we met up
At the parent and teacher meetings, you mighta never seen her
Still she gave me life, guess that's why they call her Vida
I′ve been to two of your weddings, none of them guys still around
How could I mirror that? How could I let you down?
Even though you left me home alone for nights at a time
I'm shedding tears as I′m reciting each line
Apparently it's never too young, to become a parent for some
Had me at 15, going on 21
Had a older sister, even had an older brother
Met a lot of men and women but there′s no one like my mother
I'm telling ya
Picture 270 days
270 Days where bones lift and organs shift to make
Room in the womb for you and I, the future generation
When your mother was carrying you she
Wasn't thinking of the evil that men do
Don′t cut off the hand that feeds you, but
We do and we oppress women on so many levels
Our perception of them less than equal
Her juice is hot like her cuisine when pots and pans begin to flip
And from her sauce you want to dip your tongue
And we don′t even appreciate this when worshipping this dinner
De rutabaga, chola negra, comaduro, tostón y ubeté
Salvadoreña should be easy
Ayo, I just wanna talk about something real quick
This one right here is kinda like a love song, know what I′m saying?
Sorta hurts though
Bear with me
Check it out
Raised three snotty-nosed kids on your own
We never had a house, we always had a home
At least when you were there, half the time you was gone
Tried to cook my own supper, burnt my hand on the stove
I had clothes when I needed, but never when I wanted
First day of school I stunted, cause you went out and hunted
Got me the latest toy, and no matter how old I get
I'm still your baby boy, somehow you stayed employed
And never worked a 9 to 5, and I never wondered why
Black queen, crack fiend, all the while you was high
Hardly ever wiped my tears, never let you see me cry
Not one man in the house, so that spot I occupied
How could I not acknowledge your worth?
A matriarch, used to steal the dollars out of her purse
It breaks my heart to see you struggle with your addiction
And still I care for you
In spite all of the drama, I′ll always be there for you mama
You are
Everything and anything to me, little lady can't you see?
You are
You're my mama and I′m your son
Thank God cause he only gave us one
You remember that night, I took your glass pipe
Threw it against the street light?
You probably might, I thought I saved your life
Tasha called CPS, big sis was fed up
With her mama, tried to visit, but they usually didn′t let her
Life coulda been worse and life coulda been better
Loved her unconditionally since the day that we met up
At the parent and teacher meetings, you mighta never seen her
Still she gave me life, guess that's why they call her Vida
I′ve been to two of your weddings, none of them guys still around
How could I mirror that? How could I let you down?
Even though you left me home alone for nights at a time
I'm shedding tears as I′m reciting each line
Apparently it's never too young, to become a parent for some
Had me at 15, going on 21
Had a older sister, even had an older brother
Met a lot of men and women but there′s no one like my mother
I'm telling ya
Picture 270 days
270 Days where bones lift and organs shift to make
Room in the womb for you and I, the future generation
When your mother was carrying you she
Wasn't thinking of the evil that men do
Don′t cut off the hand that feeds you, but
We do and we oppress women on so many levels
Our perception of them less than equal
Her juice is hot like her cuisine when pots and pans begin to flip
And from her sauce you want to dip your tongue
And we don′t even appreciate this when worshipping this dinner
De rutabaga, chola negra, comaduro, tostón y ubeté
Salvadoreña should be easy
Writer(s): Robert William Lamm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
