Mama wrote a letter to her papa
And he didn't even read it
Saw him on the street he didn't even mention
Mama love her man give him all of her time
And her freedom common sense and her motherfucking pension
Mama love her son
Mama love her son
Mama love her son
Mama love her son
But when it come to mama love
Shit it's all tied up
Dried up
Cried out and her daughter cant get none
Don't you cry for me
Don't you cry for me
Cause girl i'm good
And when I grow up
I'll come back for you
You know I would
If I could
