Momma – Yellow Eyes: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Momma

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Momma został wydany 30 kwietnia 2019 przez Yellow Eyes jako część albumu To Those I Love - EP

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumTo Those I Love - EP

Data wydania30 kwietnia 2019

WytwórniaYellow Eyes

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM61

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Yellow Eyes

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Arjun, Jackson

Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

My momma

My momma

Stuck in a prison

Mind intertwined with the bars, but the rhythm Is swimming

Goes past the divisions, be leaking out

See in reflection a yellow boy freaking out

Momma was snapping, was bringing the demons out

Torture my mind with the words that be fleeting out

Rubbin’ my eyes, when I cry it’s like bleeding out

Hungry from fasting, was beefin, you vegan now?

Shocked that I need it now

Think of the times when i’m stuck in confinement

With a swift fist, ruled just like a tyrant

Promised a land where I could design it

Then close the blinds when i try to find it

Fed with a hand, that made all the plans

That Lost all respect, when I didn’t fit fam

Judged me for shit that I didn’t understand

Like the chores, what a bore

But Conformed to the war

I performed even sore

Cuz i didn’t wan’t more on my plate

I contemplate fate

I was meant to create, but i’m stuck in a crate

Bitch open gate

I cannot take

Being judged by a fake test, it don’t measure greatness

Pulled a lever, heinous, I can’t even name this

Moving on in life, you don’ left me so it's painless

Void in my heart, i’ll forever know what pain is

Dubbin’ when you call, said you miss me with late text

Catch me when i fall, but you gotta know i hate this

You done missed it all, should’ve been here when i faced it

Face it

You done fucked me up going ape shit

Really know i mean it, finna see it when i see you

Been a couple years, i’ve been running since i fear you

Tighten up my stance in advance when i hear you

I don’t wanna dance, fuck demands, get advice from my mans,

He a parent, but apparently a father that be grinding even harder

Than the devil when he slaughter, gonna leave a child bothered

While he drinking from the bottle, cause he kept his feelings bottled

Hoping not to see tomorrow, till he swallowed every pill

Shit is life this it how it feels

There’ll be very many many hills

With some Jacks and some Jills, every demon with a will

That be feigning for the kill,

But i will not, shall not, give up, get up

Life get hards, swear to god, won’t give up

Gotta beat the odds, my cards i pick up

Treat it like it’s oz, my kicks my kick up

On the road home, so sick, but i whipped up

Courage and the heart- too pick up where we left off

Shocked that you held tongue, never really set off

Siblings only get soft, side, oh my god i

Think cuz i came first, that i got the same dirt

That ya moms brang first, where did that pain merge?

Told me that it anchored, right in the home front

Generations all want

Love, but we all stunt

Glad i brought my own blunt, and glad i got my own mind

Had a different kinda temperament i would’ve cosigned

Lucy tried to hold sign, telling me to blow mine

But i stuck it through, sought the truth, got a blown mind

Power of the the youth, making change, i just told mine

Bitch i broke the chains, not the same, i control rhyme

Writing off the the brain, seem insane, to the grape vine

But the heart is tame, i proclaim, waste no time

This is death of bovine, hit me on my old line

Written by: Arjun, Jackson

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