Mother and God
I am my mother's son
I beat a whole army
With no gun
I got a stiff backbone
With a couple of stones
And though my home
Has fell like Rome
I'm gonna bring it up
And if you wanna speak bull
I'll cut your tongue
There's no such thing
As intimacy
Let me give you a test
Let me give you a beat
Let me give us a ground
To be free on repeat
And if they sing their blahs
We will sing our bleehs
Welcome to a time
Where defeat is a treat
Where the killing of mind
Is a kilo of beef
What you talking about Ram?
Let me tell you what I mean
First it's not ram its Ram
Not everything is easy
Like you need
I met a British lady
She's old and sweet
She said her "daughter"
Didn't eat any meat
Until she joined the army!
Not for the love of the queen
For democracy you see?
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
Your principals are hung up
On aluminum
Reflecting all the heat
That needs to burn
Like a chemical
This musical
Is not a show
Its a funeral
Reminding you that death
Is the time in your cubicles
Unconstitutional is the only vehicle
Believing you're a student
Is the one and only beautiful
The beauty falls at awe
Of the mythical miracle
Mother and god
are inseparable
La la la
La la la la
La la la la La
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
When I was
Twelve years old
I had to walk over dead bodies
Get to a friend's house
And find him forever napping
Skip ten years later
I'm making lattes
For rich kids
Old men
And every girl from pilates
On the weekends people call
Invite me to their parties
"Lets go drink with some chicks
And place bets on who gets lucky"
Nah I'm sorry I don't move like this
I'm focused "Uzumaki"
I'm busy dreaming big
Putting up shelves for my Grammys
Speaking of grammy's
I really miss my mother's mom
She always gave us candy
Back when life was a lot of fun
My cousins "J" and "T" and I
Would always make home movies
Be goofy play Yugi
Then get hit by the sun
We're all grown up now
"T" is bored and "J" got married
Me I founded "Sons of Rice"
With my best friend "Bobby"
This album is for all of us
And though I'm sounding jolly
My soul is still back home
I'm here only in body
I am my mother's son
I beat a whole army
With no gun
I got a stiff backbone
With a couple of stones
And though my home
Has fell like Rome
I'm gonna bring it up
And if you wanna speak bull
I'll cut your tongue
There's no such thing
As intimacy
Let me give you a test
Let me give you a beat
Let me give us a ground
To be free on repeat
And if they sing their blahs
We will sing our bleehs
Welcome to a time
Where defeat is a treat
Where the killing of mind
Is a kilo of beef
What you talking about Ram?
Let me tell you what I mean
First it's not ram its Ram
Not everything is easy
Like you need
I met a British lady
She's old and sweet
She said her "daughter"
Didn't eat any meat
Until she joined the army!
Not for the love of the queen
For democracy you see?
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
Your principals are hung up
On aluminum
Reflecting all the heat
That needs to burn
Like a chemical
This musical
Is not a show
Its a funeral
Reminding you that death
Is the time in your cubicles
Unconstitutional is the only vehicle
Believing you're a student
Is the one and only beautiful
The beauty falls at awe
Of the mythical miracle
Mother and god
are inseparable
La la la
La la la la
La la la la La
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
When I was
Twelve years old
I had to walk over dead bodies
Get to a friend's house
And find him forever napping
Skip ten years later
I'm making lattes
For rich kids
Old men
And every girl from pilates
On the weekends people call
Invite me to their parties
"Lets go drink with some chicks
And place bets on who gets lucky"
Nah I'm sorry I don't move like this
I'm focused "Uzumaki"
I'm busy dreaming big
Putting up shelves for my Grammys
Speaking of grammy's
I really miss my mother's mom
She always gave us candy
Back when life was a lot of fun
My cousins "J" and "T" and I
Would always make home movies
Be goofy play Yugi
Then get hit by the sun
We're all grown up now
"T" is bored and "J" got married
Me I founded "Sons of Rice"
With my best friend "Bobby"
This album is for all of us
And though I'm sounding jolly
My soul is still back home
I'm here only in body
I am my mother's son
Credits
Writer(s): Ram Alsalibi
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