Mama, She Loves

Here's your potpourri
Making up for lost time

I am a running from the pleasure spots
Taking naps playing leisure bots
All the errands I will run em all
I feel sicker by the waiting clock

Going up a key to bring about
All the changes I can think about
Mama calls when I am just about
Finish writing riffs or turn around

And upsetting me

Mama she loves them bloody chairs
And every time I try to write a song
Or play my horn
She calls me

Studying law paying bills of mine
It's a chase running this one tight
And the money flow be running dry
AP making up for all the tries

Going up a key to bring about
All the changes I can think about
Mama calls me when I am just about
Finish writing riffs or turn around
And upsetting me

Mama I am on my bloody knees
And I need you to believe the song
My Strat my comp
And call me



Credits
Writer(s): Abhay Sharma
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