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(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you |
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Let me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama) |
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I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back to school |
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I appreciate what you allowed for me |
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I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama) |
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[Verse 1] |
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I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine |
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This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine |
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I'm finna take yall back to them better times |
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I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind |
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I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi |
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Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold |
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You fixed me up something that was good for my soul |
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Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl? |
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You work late nights just to keep on the lights |
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Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike |
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And you would give anything in this world |
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Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl |
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And you never put no man over me |
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And I love you for that mommy cant you see? |
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Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes |
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Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry |
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As we knelt on the kitchen floor |
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I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more |
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And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more |
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And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford |
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See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable |
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Highly capable, lady that's makin loot |
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A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do |
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Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates |
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My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate |
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Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with |
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But still supported me when I did the opposite |
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Now I feel like it's things I gotta get |
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Things I gotta do, just to prove to you |
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You was getting through, can the choir please |
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Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me" |
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Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry |
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Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy |
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Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet |
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Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Bridge] |
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I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low |
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Second they get up you gon get that Benzo |
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Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama) |
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[Verse 3] |
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Tell your job you gotta fake em out |
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Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out |
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To a restaurant, upper echelon |
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Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want |
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Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like? |
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Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right |
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It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday |
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For me to just call and say (Hey Mama) |
