Tyler, The Creator - Mother (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Tyler, The Creator - Mother (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Okay, okay, yeah
Lennox where the brown boys at
I can't go over there
Del Aire where the white boys at
I don't live over there
Dody, where the dope boys at?
I won't go over there
Unless I'm tryna get pressed
up, like hair
White tees, Nike Air is the daily
atear, or attire, not mine
So they just might stare if I'm there
Walk by in the pink ice Airs
What size? Not mine
Wouldn't really be a fair
fight there, pipe down
Not scared, dark blue, dark red
Don’t give a fuck there, might die
Might dare over what
you'd wear or won't
Where niggas from, can't
breathe, low air
So, no
Don't call me, nigga
Talkin' 'bout bailin' you outta jail
Because your stupid ass over
there stole a ****
Tryna impress a friend
And I'm a single parent,
I've got bills to pay
I'm not tryna bail you outta jail, nigga,
'cause you're stupid as fuck
Yeah, momma told me not
to come over there
Y'all niggas lost and you trapped
in your thoughts (Mm)
'Cause you shoot and you kill over
land you ain't bought (Mm)
Y'all probably gon' end up
dead or in jail (Mm)
Momma told me not to come
over there (Mm)
Y'all niggas smoke and you
drink 'til it's dark (Mm)
And you think that it's smart and
I heard you sell dope (Mm)
And you rob and you steal, shoot
your guns in the air (Mm)
Momma told me not to come
over there (Bih)
Y'all niggas bang and you
all from a gang (Bih)
And you hang and you press little
niggas like me (Bih)
Outside a area, nobody care (Bih)
Y'all with the shits, I was
born with a gift (Bih)
And if I fall in love, y'all
can unwrap it quick (Bih)
So I make sure that I'm
never present (Bih)
Momma told me not to come over
there (Bih, bih, bih, bih)
That ain't the move and niggas
is coons (What?)
And that I'm a real nigga,
shit isn't cool (Bih)
Said I should never abide by the
rules of the street (Ooh, ooh)
Shit is real and it's
also not real (Hey)
Spray what you claim and
fuck up the building
Spray up the party and
rake all the bodies
Nobody gon' stop 'til somebody
get killed (Mm)
Momma told me not to come
over there (Ooh)
But that's all y'all knew,
the red and the blue
I liked baby pink at the time (Mm)
Homie made sure nobody came
to press lines, fine
Momma told me not to come
over there (Mm, yeah)
But y'all treat me right,
y'all handle my fights (Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah)
And told me not to ever, ever, ever,
ever pick up this life (Yeah, yeah)
I hope I did right (Yeah)
Father told me nothin', fuck it
I understand as a man that I wasn't
his plan (Woo, woo, woo)
Had some other ideas in his head
I hold no grudges, I heard he a fan
Pockets hella heavy, healthy,
sweet as Betty Crocker (Mm)
I wake every mornin',
gettin' ready (Mm)
Happy as a motherfucker, spent
five hundred thousand (Mm)
Ain't think nothin' of it, that must
count for somethin', right? (Yeah)
Life, got the cheese, want
a slice? (Uh, yeah)
Got the cheese, where the mice? (Yeah)
With the pussy, what's my vice?
New threads and a bike
Shit sweet, like rice
With the sugar and the butter, got
it from my grandmother (Mm)
I ain't like the salt and pepper,
lil' nigga from the gutter (Mm)
I don't show it, but
I know it (Know it)
I'm a painter, not a poet (Not a poet)
Get the picture, come together (Mm)
Like stitches with a scar
Daddy gone, I ain't lyin' (La-la)
That's a bar, yeah, I said it (Uh, uh)
Like alarm, now set it (La-la)
Like speak, but you read it (Uh)
Like bleed
Momma told me, 1970
Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly
Home was South Central,
school's Beverly
Brother locked up, sister strung out
High school president, ran for it
Had the chance to move out, ran for it
Love them Africans, met one
Let him in, when they got the
news, he ran for it (Ooh)
Twenty, I popped out
I was perfect, she ain't need to plan
for it (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Knew I was the future, she was clairvoyant
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Touched me and she catch the
hand (Woo, woo, hey, woo)
Me and her, we ain't need a
man (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
College courses with me in her hand
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Asked her why she didn't have a plan B
She said I wouldn't understand
Then, she had a daughter, the father
had a baby momma (Baby momma)
Causin' problems, momma almost
caught a gun charge-uh, 'cause
of drama (Phew-phew-phew)
Court case, hair gone (Gone)
Weight gone, bare bones (Bones)
Switched homes, ain't right
to me, light for me
She would always fight for me,
yeah, she over-protect
'Cause she had a momma who got a boyfriend
who ain't know how to keep hands to
himself (Mm, hands to himself, nigga)
I was raised in a house full of love
I was raised on that type of time
Niggas say, "She did a good job"
Duh, bitch, I turned out fine
Lookin' like him, bitch,
I turned out fine (Ooh)
Say what you want, bitch, I turned
out fine (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
Some niggas fall, but
I turned out fine
Can't have it all, now
I have it all (Woo)
'Cause I had it all, bitch,
I turned out fine (Woo)
Can't tell me nun', bitch,
I turned out fine
I am the guy, bitch, I turned out fine
Look at this house, bitch, I turned
out fine (Turned out fine)
Look at these kids, I turned out fine
Look at me, bitches, I turned out fine
Look at me, niggas, I turned out fine
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