Toil and blunder of a young single mother
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
And let them lames get your old number
And while i’m in your mother,
Figurely argue with my mother,
I stop and stare at the younger
Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe
My mother abandoned me
Jesus is our mother
You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
Inhospitable like your mother
The only time i flirt with her
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I had a good day with my mother/ i felt love when i hugged her/
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