Mama's Song
So I figured day two you're already the boss
Are you in charge yet, I hope you have a terrific second day
I love you son and I look forward to hearing your voice
Talk to you later
Let's get it
No gold chains or gold plated canines, I can't rock gold teeth
I was raised around strong women, who taught me how to dream
I learned how to make mixed drink 'fore I reached my 10th birthday
I'm dope as hell and if you ask about me then
I'll just sing the phrase
I got my badass from my mama
I finessed my style at age thirteen
I got my boogie from my father
Now fox trot my way and get at me
Now, now, now now, uh
Calm is the river that I kayak through
And this river's for you, a rhyme scheme and a tune
Mood ring of sunset and robin's egg blue
Leaves for iridescent feelings that change on cue
Sunset is the chorus and the egg is the verse
Side by side they do a jig, baby funk a little
I'm off that paddle piddle, piddle paddle, messin' around
With my bum on the ground like now
Step over that writer's block and thoughts of what I gotta be
Its gotta be poppy, gotta be raw, gotta gotta be
But honestly, I haven't heard a soul that does what Wic does
I'm done buggin, my shit bumps, and I got it from
I got my badass from my mama
I finessed my style at age thirteen
I got my boogie from my father
Now fox trot my way and get at me
I got my badass from my mama
I finessed my style at age thirteen
I got my boogie from my father
Foxtrot my way and get at me
Are you in charge yet, I hope you have a terrific second day
I love you son and I look forward to hearing your voice
Talk to you later
Let's get it
No gold chains or gold plated canines, I can't rock gold teeth
I was raised around strong women, who taught me how to dream
I learned how to make mixed drink 'fore I reached my 10th birthday
I'm dope as hell and if you ask about me then
I'll just sing the phrase
I got my badass from my mama
I finessed my style at age thirteen
I got my boogie from my father
Now fox trot my way and get at me
Now, now, now now, uh
Calm is the river that I kayak through
And this river's for you, a rhyme scheme and a tune
Mood ring of sunset and robin's egg blue
Leaves for iridescent feelings that change on cue
Sunset is the chorus and the egg is the verse
Side by side they do a jig, baby funk a little
I'm off that paddle piddle, piddle paddle, messin' around
With my bum on the ground like now
Step over that writer's block and thoughts of what I gotta be
Its gotta be poppy, gotta be raw, gotta gotta be
But honestly, I haven't heard a soul that does what Wic does
I'm done buggin, my shit bumps, and I got it from
I got my badass from my mama
I finessed my style at age thirteen
I got my boogie from my father
Now fox trot my way and get at me
I got my badass from my mama
I finessed my style at age thirteen
I got my boogie from my father
Foxtrot my way and get at me
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Steven Whitney
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