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• Artiste: Chillinit
• Titre: Interlude (Mama)
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Psst 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 workin', you are certain I could die Drownin' in the drugs while I be searchin' for the high Mama's asking why I'm comin' home with circles round my eyes I said, "Mama, I'm just tired", mama, that's a lie Lately I been questionin' 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 gettin' high, party limousines Now it's fiddy g's in my Balenciaga jeans Now we eatin' pasta at a classier cuisines Mama, half of this for you, but, mama, half of this for me I'm still havin' dreams about the father I should be I left my fuckin' fam for these Rhianna's 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 the MVP I can't say it enough I'm losing my voice from smoking, I need to chill Shit