Interlude (Mama)

Dear mama, dear mama shit
Nah, real talk, check, check

Ma, I know you're hurting
That it's burning you inside
The way your son is workin'
You are certain I could die
Drownin' in the drugs while I
Be searchin' for the high
Mama's asking why I'm comin' home
With circles 'round my eyes
I said, "Mama, I'm just tired", mama
That's a lie lately I been questionin' if
Someone's in the sky
'Cause every time I pray, mama
No one gon' reply
You told me keep the faith, Ma
I wonder if you lied
And now I'm gettin' high, party limousines
Now it's fiddy g's in my Balenciaga jeans
Now we eatin' pasta at a classier cuisines
Mama, half of this for you, but, mama
Half of this for me
I'm still havin' dreams about the
Father I should be
I left my fuckin' fam for
These Rihannas on the beach
And now I think the devil made
A casket just for me
I don't really know if I should
Laugh or I should scream, fuck

Let it breathe for a bit
This that interlude shit, we all need peace
Man mum, fuck, you're the MVP
I can't say it enough
I'm losing my voice from smoking
I need to chill, shit