Mama

[Verse 1: Whit3 Boy]
Sometimes I like to reminisce, I like to sit back, sometimes I like to even take the piss. And theres way too many things that I got on my mind. People ask me how I’m doing and I say I’m fine

Because that’s the truth, and I got shit to do
Like call my mom and give her thank you’s that are overdue

Thank you for the times that you paid my bills, I promise to pay you back when I get a mil
You see my big and small moments, all the time. More than 20 years that you dedicated to my life

I know I seem ungrateful most the time, but it’s really just anxiety, the price of sobriety
The things that you want out of me are not always realistic. But through my ups and downs you’re remaining optimistic. Truth be told it wasn’t easily admitted but I’m here now and I’m accepting everything I’m given

[Hook: Whit3 Boy]
Feel like I’m gonna fall, (mama where ya at?)
Bank account looking small, (mama where ya at?)
Look I’m in the newspaper, (mama where ya at?)
Got my Grammy suit tailored, (mama where ya at?)

Mama where ya at?, Mama where ya at?
Mama where ya at?, Mama where ya at?
Gonna run it back, Gonna run it back
Gonna run it back, Gonna run it back

[Verse 2: Ben Ivories]
I was wilding like Whitney
And you still wouldn’t hit me
And when shit was getting iffy
You let me know that you was with me

I don’t really know how I made it
But I do know that’s it’s you I should be thanking
Thankful for the things that you’ve done
Couldn’t put it into words, at least none that you’ve heard
All the times that I hurt, you I don’t deserve
So I can only hope to make a couple mill
So we can sit back, chill and talk about the times that we had
So I can get the chance to say “hey mama, my bad”
When I was in pain, you told me stop thinking bout it
Now I always think about it, smoke one meditate about it
Told me you gotta give it all you got
That way they can’t tell you what it’s not
Told me you’re a star I hope you know that
Now go and show that

[Hook: Whit3 Boy]
Feel like I’m gonna fall, (mama where ya at?)
Bank account looking small, (mama where ya at?)
Look I’m in the newspaper, (mama where ya at?)
Got my Grammy suit tailored, (mama where ya at?)

Mama where ya at?, Mama where ya at?
Mama where ya at?, Mama where ya at?
Gonna run it back, Gonna run it back
Gonna run it back, Gonna run it back