Ma

作曲 : Brian Imanuel

Sorry

I might be single ‘til forty

Couple of months I might just take it back because all of these **** can be boring

Say what you want and it’s yours

That’s an advice from my daddy

She wanna **** me for sure

I just been wanting some balance

I do not **** with the pills and the powder I don’t do the cinnamon challenge

I don’t vacay when I need to chill

Man I just go home to my parents

But I ain’t been home in three years

‘Cause of some visa ****

My daddy been growin’ some greys

I feel like a piece of ****

Please don’t ask me to go your wedding I missed my sister’s *****

And matter of fact I missed my brother’s too and that **** looked lit

Flew too close to the sun but I keep going back man I’m a **** fiend

***** I’m a deadbeat uncle my niece think I live in that screen

I was tryna make it back home ma I promise

You never gave me hard time but I’m sorry

I should’ve been there for my sister’s daughter

I should’ve been home for my brother’s son

I’ve been working ***** I’m no one and done

My daddy always said I’ll be number one

They not touchin’ me if I could be so blunt

Imma run this ***** as long as I’m around yeah

Finally flew back to Jakarta since that first verse

Not linkin’ up with friends all I got left to meet is serpents

I went back into the house I grew up in I feel too big

My dog used to run out the house but now I’d have to dig

I been in this ***** my nephew looking tall as ****

Told the world this my home but I feel so the opposite

Yeah I’m outside lil’ ***** but I’ve been outside lookin’ in

I ain’t touch a drink in months but if my dad pour one I’ll sip

I’m twenty-five got the prefrontal cortex

I was nineteen my last project

Sharpen my pen soundin’ perfect

They like where he been y’all was upset

I mean to be real I lost my mind

That manic episode ain’t kind

I went right back I’m in my prime

I can’t go home I don’t got the time

I was tryna make it home ma I promise

You never gave me hard time but I’m sorry

I should’ve been there for my sister’s daughter

I should’ve been home for my brother’s son

I’ve been working ***** I’m no one and done

My daddy always said I’ll be number one

They not touchin’ me if I could be so blunt

Imma run this ***** as long as I’m around yeah

As long as I’m around yeah

As long as I’m around

As long as I’m around yeah

As long as I’m around

Too ****** up

Two fingers on the blunt

Two bad **** yeah they like to call a bunch

I might be tough I used to cry a bunch

I feel better now I was on a run