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