Mama

In my head I spend my time
But out my mind, I live dreams, mama
Got this light inside my pocket
None that dark can scare me, mama
Now look at the man you made, mama
Look at the man you raised, mama
Gorgeous with the face, mama
One that they can't hate, mama
You remember 'Ye's mama?
Registration 'Hey Mama'
Rest in peace to 'Ye's mama
But his mom ain't my mama
I'll be on my way (on my way)
I wish that I could stay, mama
Got some paths to pave, mama
Got some lives to save (lives to save)
It's coming any day, mama
We gon' get our break, mama
Get this out the way

Out the way, out the way, out the way (out the way)
Out the way, out the way, out the way now
Out the way, out the way, out the way (out the way)
Out the way, out the way, by the way

I know that Bai gon' be fine
Give her time, let her learn
Shit, even I took my sweet time, we all been dumb it's her turn
And damn ma', quit crying, like this is just the first verse
Ain't called you in a while, but I swear I've just been at work
Remember way back in high school?
Okay wait a minute, I mean way back
Like holy shit, I'm getting old now, and it's kinda weird for me to say that
But my bad, what I was trying to say, was that I used to write raps everyday
Had a blanket in the car you gave me so that during winter I could write on break
I ain't even really skip much 'til I was seventeen and chilled with girls and shit
Teachers said that I should probably write because my words could get me out of trouble then
Imagine all the shit that I could do if I invested energy in something else
Well, I guess we're gonna find out, 'cause people tattooing shit I wrote down
I can't even see the marker's mom, I don't even know what fucking mile I'm on
All I know is that a million plays was like a really long fucking time ago
Now that there is a milestone, I know I swear a little too much
But, I just want a big fucking home, not a home I just use to fuck
Sorry ma, took it too far, just couldn't pass up a good bar
But see the way that they're looking at me, like, "God damn, that shit look hard"
And yeah dude, this shit hard to find, like some good food in the refrigerator
But Ma would say, "Boy it's right there, behind the orange juice, move that out the way"
And I thank God for you every day, but you've done more for me than he has
And actually when I think about it, maybe God's a woman 'cause we need that
Like who else could've raised me better, I got everything that I need here
I got the drive and you got the wheel, and you even let me put the seat back
This energy, yeah I feed off it, and this ottoman, I take my feet off it
Got a hot plate when I need it most and some feedback, and Ma I need it often
Ain't nothing like the love a mother gives and I have plenty friends that still keep calling
'Cause sometimes a little pick-me-up from my birth mother slow the free-falling
And mom, I know that dad would be proud and I miss grandfather each and every day
But every time I see my mother smile I'm reminded he ain't even far away
And neither one of us will live forever but I promise every time they say my name
All they gon' remember is the man you gave an opportunity to do the same
And that's real

And in my head I spend my time
But out my mind, I live dreams, mama