M.O.M. (feat. Fat Trel)

[02:08.45][03:55.06]Mom, I'm a rolling stone, I know I ain't been home
[02:15.21][04:01.64]I'm better on my own, I'm grown, and I
[02:19.40][04:06.23]I got some stupid addictions, but the young people listen, listen to me, yeah
[02:29.49][04:16.42]Mom, the first time I tried, I felt so free, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
[02:40.60]Mom, the first time I tried, I felt so free, yeah yeah yeah
Do you have anything to help me sleep, mom?
I've 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 it's killing us
You wouldn't wanna see me like I am now
Because I'm getting higher, it's taking its toll on me now
And I say mom, don't wait for me
Bless and heal then pray for me
Know I be with Ricky Hil faithfully
Try and turn an instrumental to an 8th a key
In Hollywood, with molly on deck
******* everywhere so it's ******* on my neck
She say I'm the *******t, now I think I'm obsessed
But I'mma ***** her and I'mma leave her upset
But mamma raised an angel, streets raised a devil
Came with a bible, left with a Chevy (I'm a rebel)
I was killing them *****s, you really drilling them *****s, I wasn't feeling them *****s
Ask Ricky Hil how he feel, he told me he wasn't feeling them *****s
So we ride real slow, in the Lincoln, Seat low
All black, whatchu know, CT DC we go
Searching for drugs, searching for ******* and ******* searching for love
We just searching for highs, we just searching for God
Mom, the first time I tried, I felt so free
I'm a, I'm a rolling stone
I'm better on my own
Listen to me