Interlude (Mama)

(アルバム： The Octagon - 2020)

Dear mama, dear mama
Shit
Nah, real talk, check, check

Ma, I know you're hurting, that it's burning you inside
The way your son is working, you are certain I could die
Drowning in the drugs while I be searching for the high
Mama's asking why I'm coming home with circles 'round my eyes
I said, "Mama, I'm just tired", mama, that's a lie
Lately I been questioning if someone's in the sky
'Cause every time I pray, mama, no one gon' reply
You told me keep the faith, Ma, I wonder if you lied
And now I'm getting high, party limousines
Now it's fiddy g's in my Balenciaga jeans
Now we eating pasta at a classier cuisines
Mama, half of this for you, but, mama, half of this for me
I'm still having dreams about the father I should be
I left my fucking fam for these Rihannas on the beach
And now I think the devil made a casket just for me
I don't really know if I should laugh or I should scream, fuck

Let it breathe for a bit
This that interlude shit, we all need peace, man
Mum, fuck, you're the MVP
I can't say it enough
I'm losing my voice from smoking, I need to chill, shit