Call Your Mama (Live at RNZ)

Changed the locks to your box of things
Out on the street, but sure as hell kept your ring
You wanna lie and cheat, well
Whose food you gonna eat, now?
Whose bell you gonna ring-a-ding-ding?
Playin' 'round like a cat with a string

Why don't you call your Mama?
She if she gonna float you a loan 'til you get paid
Why don't you call your Mama?
See if she wanna make up the spare room so you can stay
I don't got time to give my time of day
Why don't you call your Mama?
Call your Mama

I see you creepin' like you'll never get caught
You know a leopard never changes its spots
Did you ever wonder, perhaps your days are numbered?
One time you're gonna hear gunshots
Head in the clouds like you're some kinda King

Why don't you call your Mama?
See if she wanna make up the spare room so you can stay
Why don't you call your Mama?
She if she'll wanna float you a loan 'til you get paid
I don't got time to give my time of day
Why don't you call your Mama?
Call your Mama

Call your Mama, a-ring-a-ding-ding
Call your Mama, a-ring-a-ding-ding
Call your Mama, ring-a-ding-ding
Call your Mama, ring-a-ding-ding



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Collins, Barrett Baber
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