Hey Mama
[Chorus](Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of youLet me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama)I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back to schoolI appreciate what you allowed for meI just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)
[Verse 1]I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mineThis little light of mine and I'm finna let it shineI'm finna take yall back to them better timesI'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mindI was three years old, when you and I moved to the ChiLate December, harsh winter gave me a coldYou fixed me up something that was good for my soulFamous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?You work late nights just to keep on the lightsMommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bikeAnd you would give anything in this worldMichael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curlAnd you never put no man over meAnd I love you for that mommy cant you see?Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyesCuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cryAs we knelt on the kitchen floorI said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no moreAnd when I'm older, you aint gotta work no moreAnd Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't affordSee you're, unbreakable, unmistakableHighly capable, lady that's makin lootA livin legend too, just look at what heaven doSend us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)
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[Verse 2]Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolatesMy mama told me go to school, get your doctorateSomethin to fall back on, you could profit withBut still supported me when I did the oppositeNow I feel like it's things I gotta getThings I gotta do, just to prove to youYou was getting through, can the choir pleaseGive me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me"Can't you see, you're like a book of poetryMaya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommyCome on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feetNow when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)
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[Bridge]I guess it also depends tho, if my ends lowSecond they get up you gon get that BenzoTint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)
[Verse 3]Tell your job you gotta fake em outSince you brought me in this world, let me take you outTo a restaurant, upper echelonImma get you a jag, whatever else you wantJust tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?Tell me the perfect color so I make it just rightIt don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthdayFor me to just call and say (Hey Mama)
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