Mama Mama
Mama mama
Please pick up the phone
Cause soon I'll be gone
I think imma do it on my own
Won't be far from home
You may never hear from me again
Move outs permanent
I went ahead and settled in my head
Some unheard of shit
Time is off the essence
So I hope that you're enjoying it
I know that I hated mine
Trying to make joy in it
Used to not find joy in shit
Find pride my arrogance
Comfort in my ignorance
Patience in my rage, it's quick
I'll look at death
She's dressed to impress
She sees I'm mislead
She she's I'm de-stressed
I cannot stress
In front of parents
They start to compare
Then I chop off my hand
But I'll keep on my head
Suffer to present
That imma be next
Working to the best
I don't ever rest
Feel pain in my chest
Work till my last breath
The stress of success
Perplexed and upset I ain't made it yet
it makes perfect sense, ain't got out of bed
Perplexed and upset I ain't made it yet
it makes perfect sense, my eyes are shot red
So
Mama mama
Please pick up the phone
Cause soon I'll be gone
I think imma do it on my own
Won't be far from home
You may never hear from me again
Move outs permanent
I went ahead and settled in my head
Some unheard of shit
Time is off the essence
So I hope that you're enjoying it
I know that I hated mine
Trying to make joy in it
Used to not find joy in shit
Find pride my arrogance
Comfort in my ignorance
Patience in my rage, it's quick
Please pick up the phone
Cause soon I'll be gone
I think imma do it on my own
Won't be far from home
You may never hear from me again
Move outs permanent
I went ahead and settled in my head
Some unheard of shit
Time is off the essence
So I hope that you're enjoying it
I know that I hated mine
Trying to make joy in it
Used to not find joy in shit
Find pride my arrogance
Comfort in my ignorance
Patience in my rage, it's quick
I'll look at death
She's dressed to impress
She sees I'm mislead
She she's I'm de-stressed
I cannot stress
In front of parents
They start to compare
Then I chop off my hand
But I'll keep on my head
Suffer to present
That imma be next
Working to the best
I don't ever rest
Feel pain in my chest
Work till my last breath
The stress of success
Perplexed and upset I ain't made it yet
it makes perfect sense, ain't got out of bed
Perplexed and upset I ain't made it yet
it makes perfect sense, my eyes are shot red
So
Mama mama
Please pick up the phone
Cause soon I'll be gone
I think imma do it on my own
Won't be far from home
You may never hear from me again
Move outs permanent
I went ahead and settled in my head
Some unheard of shit
Time is off the essence
So I hope that you're enjoying it
I know that I hated mine
Trying to make joy in it
Used to not find joy in shit
Find pride my arrogance
Comfort in my ignorance
Patience in my rage, it's quick
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Writer(s): Volker Tay
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