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Run The Jewels - Oh Mama | From The RTJ3 Album
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Wilder Zoby
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Joey Raia
Joey Raia
Mixing Engineer
Young Leon
Young Leon
Engineer

Songtexte

Gun in the holster be Right in the upholstery Somewhere right close to me Just in case the rollers be Rolling on the G My woman keep it in the hosiery I'm known in my town In those strips where high-rollers be I'm up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me Fuck with us You fuck with the truth, we speak openly Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though 'Cause there ain't no hoe in me "Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries I lust after greatness, I'm aiming right at its ovaries Better run from the future palooka (haul off) You acting like it's safe and the revolution's been (called off) There's liars on the loose, if we listen to you we're (all lost) The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft) My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" (trying mama) My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate Swear to God, shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate Mom's, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break" She said, "Don't curse your mama, goddammit" And threw a dinner plate (damn) I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate The skinniest, shitty grin will disintegrate Every sickening sentence'll cheapen them tricks you venerate Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" (trying mama) My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" My mama said that I'm not living right They want us dying, mama My mama said that I'm not living right But I ain't crying, mama My mama said that I'm not living right You raised a lion, mama I ain't lying, mama My mama said that I'm not living right I said, "I'm trying mama" I'm crying on you, I'm crying on you I said, "I'm trying mama"
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Wilder Zoby Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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