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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Performer
Ben Kaplan
Ben Kaplan
Performer
Jeff Quinn
Jeff Quinn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Priestner
James Priestner
Songwriter
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Jeff Quinn
Jeff Quinn
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Producer
Ben Kaplan
Ben Kaplan
Producer

Lyrics

Truth My mom likes when I rap fast with enough energy That it can make her heart dance I would like to write a song for her to sing along Better make it fucking bumping 'Cause my mom's the bomb Life Took my parents on a giant roller coaster ride 'Cause I was walking with a limp, something wasn't right Doc' came in the room, said they found a giant tumour It was lodged in my brain, immediate surgical procedure Imagine the thoughts running through their head Their two-year-old boy, heads filled with dread You can't prepare for that being said On a Tuesday afternoon, when you get out of bed But I made it, I fucking made it You've been by my side Through the good and hard times I'd do anything for you I'd do anything for you Mama Bear I love my Mama Bear Mama Bear I love my Mama Bear Childhood We spent a lot of time together School was pretty far I wouldn't trade it for the world Driving, talking in the car I was on a path, or a mission you could say All I wanted was to be like Rafa, Roger, or Marc Andre I always had it in me, the fire was burning strong My mom told me a story From I was six years young "Mom, I hate losing so much, I want to win so badly" I guess not much has changed though And that kinda makes me happy I got fire burning in me, it's strong You've been by my side Through the good and hard times I'd do anything for you I'd do anything for you Mama Bear I love my Mama Bear Mama Bear I love my Mama Bear Mama Bear I love my Mama Bear Back to the fire burning in me as a kid It was hard to control, the stupid shit I did Provincial tennis champs Hit an old man in the head Threw my racket at the net It flew over, smack His face went red I looked over at my mom Oh my God, I'm dead (oh my God he's dead!) She was, livid to the max That kid needed a lesson Probably needed quite a smack But my mom is way too cool for that
Writer(s): James Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Jeffrey Quinn, Jan Cajka, Duran Ritz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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