Mama

Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through... And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about Mama, can i tell you my stories? how i put allegories into all of my songs Mama, my notes have many places to hide from all those faces where i’m all alone Mama! you once said to remember more i love, more i clamber, shouldn’t lose myself Mama, i can’t do this, believe me i’m still needing him really and i need myself Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through... And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about truth Do you seeing a clif and rope? - my feets are shaking, they’re cold though every move of mine not after ya.. it’s toward down Every step forward is taking three steps back And every night I'm laying on my back And thinking back To all the things That could have been said That should have been done That should have been rapped Mama, so big world, lots of places then why feels so congested? Why’s it aching so much? Wound I would not turn myself in and i know there’s a lot been, no restriction on love… Oh! Mama! you once said to remember more i love, more i clamber, shouldn’t lose myself Mama, i can’t do this, believe me i’m still needing him really and i need myself Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through... And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about truth Do you seeing a clif and rope? - my feets are shaking, they’re cold though every move of mine not after ya.. it’s toward down Every step forward is taking three steps back And every night I'm laying on my back And thinking back To all the things That could have been said That should have been done That should have been rapped I'm Ma King My Self Feel At Home Home Is Where You Don't Feel Wrong My Mind Is Filled Up With Spa Ces I Guess It's The Best Time To Say this Mama, from the moon and back, my my ship’s flying in bright sky so beyond belief through all... all the galaxies, stars till it’s not late And i should ask If you can: set me free. Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about truth Do you seeing a clif and rope? - my feets are shaking, they’re cold though every move of mine not after ya.. it’s toward down... down.