M.O.M. (feat Fat Trel)

RIcky Hil

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Mom, I'm a rolling stone, I know I ain't been home,
I'm better on my own, I'm grown, and I,
I got some stupid addictions, but they young people listen, listen to me, yeah
Mom, the first time I tried, I felt so free, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mom, the first time I tried, I felt so free, yeah yeah yeah

Do you have anything to help me sleep mom, ive been going all week mom, and I wanna come down,
do you have anyone I could see mom, I feel sick mom, and I won't come down
we got, we got what we wanted, now its killing us
we got, we got what we wanted, now its killing us
you wouldn't wanna see me like I am now
because im getting higher, it's taking its toll on me now

[fat trel]
And I say mom, dont wait for me,
bless and heal then pray for me,
know I be with ricky hil faithfully,
try and turn an instrumental to a 8th a key,
in hollywood,( not sure ),
bitches everywhere so its bitches on my neck,
she say im the shit, now I think im obsessed, but ima fuck her and im a leave her upset,
but mamma raised an angel, streets raised a devil,
came with a bible, left with a chevy,
I was killing them niggas you really drilling them niggas, I wasn't feeling them niggas,
ask ricky hil how he feel, he told me he wasn't feeling them niggas,
so we ride real slow, in the lincoln, (chief low?),
all black, whatcha know, CT DC we go,
searching for drugs, searching for bitches, and bitches
searching for love, we just searching for highs, we just searching for God