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Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Vocals
Alexander Abayev
Alexander Abayev
Violin
Boris Deviatov
Boris Deviatov
Viola
Dave Guy
Dave Guy
Trumpet
Frank Cohen
Frank Cohen
Trombone
Frosty Lawson
Frosty Lawson
Flugelhorn
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Drums
Ian Hendrickson-Smith
Ian Hendrickson-Smith
Baritone Saxophone
Ibanda Ruhumbika
Ibanda Ruhumbika
Tambourine
Michael Leonhart
Michael Leonhart
Trumpet
Mylon Hayde
Mylon Hayde
Vocals
Nick Grinder
Nick Grinder
Trombone
Richard Cannata
Richard Cannata
Tenor Saxophone
Stan Orlovsky
Stan Orlovsky
Cello
Zach Block
Zach Block
Violin
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Programming
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Vocals
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Songwriter
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Songwriter
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Ben Dotson
Ben Dotson
Editing Engineer
Jens Jungkurth
Jens Jungkurth
Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Producer
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Producer
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Been watching you for months And I'm tryin' to find a way now To tell you what I'm seeing, it's heavy on my brain now It's only moving faster, you're only sinking farther I see it in your eyes now, it's only getting harder And there's a house she doesn't know that you take care of There's a light she doesn't know that you keep on There's a "sorry" that you faked to keep her happy When she thinks she hasn't seen you in so long There are things that she's not able to remember So I took tonight to put it in a song That when she meets God, He'll tell her all about it When my mother was a mother to her mom Conversations with the Devil and he's telling me What's the point in making memories When you can't even find 'em when you're 70? Conversations with my Father and he's telling me There's a point in making memories 'Cause they'll be even better when we're heavenly There's a house she doesn't know that you take care of There's a light she doesn't know that you keep on There's a "sorry" that you faked to keep her happy When she thinks she hasn't seen you in so long There are things that she's not able to remember So I took tonight to put it in a song That when she meets God, He'll tell her all about it When my mother was a mother When my mother was a mother When my mother was a mother to her mom For the mothers who are with us physically Physically Mama, mama Mama, mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama, mama Mama Yeah, oh We doin' it for our mama's mama's mama Give it up y'all for the mothers Oh, oh, haha Oh, come on Tell your mama you love her Yeah, uh, ooh Yeah, woo, yeah Mama, mama Mama, mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama, mama Tell your mama you love her Mama, mama Tell your mama you love her Mama, mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama Mama, mama, mama Mama, mama, oh For the mothers who are with us spiritually
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Jonathan David Bellion, Raul Ignacio Cubina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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