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Fine Momma
1,732
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fine Momma was released on October 13, 2023 by MAKO Music group as a part of the album Pain Changed Me
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Release DateOctober 13, 2023
LabelMAKO Music group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brabo Gator
Brabo Gator
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brabo Gator
Brabo Gator
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lately, I've been struggling, I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Stab wounds only come from people close to you
And sick of people asking what I'm gon' do
I'm the only one that understands what I'm going through
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, momma
I go through shit all the time, momma
Still got my head up high, momma
Lately, I feel so blind, momma
If fake love was a crime, momma
My friends would be doing time, momma
These people's hearts ain't like mine, momma
But don't worry, I'm fine, momma
Say, I don't need you pleading, I just need a change
(Need a change)
That pain hurts us, but don't kill the pain (kill the pain)
And say it doesn't hurt to see what we became
Lord, I want to send them to You, that's in Jesus' name, amen
Oh, friend, what was your purpose?
I wish loyalty could be purchased
I'd be broke, but it'd be worth it
'Cause it burns when they leave
Introverted when I'm hurting, tears behind curtains
One thing I know for certain, being kind just ain't working for me
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, momma
I go through shit all the time, momma
Still got my head up high, momma
Lately, I feel so blind, mama (blind, momma)
If fake love was a crime, mama (crime, momma)
My friends would be doing time, mama (time, momma)
These people's hearts ain't like mine, momma (mine, momma)
But don't worry, I'm fine, momma
So how's it feel knowing every word you speak is a lie?
When I met you, you were dying, why'd I keep you alive?
Instead of stirring up more drama, I just keep it inside
You threw away your whole plate to keep a piece of the pie
I trusted you, I put my stamp on you
Gave you a hand, now I wanna put my hands on you
Let you keep talking when
I should have put a clamp on you
I look like a liar 'cause I never took a stand on you
Damn, homie
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, momma (I'm trying, momma)
I go through shit all the time, momma (time, momma)
Still got my head up high, momma (high, momma)
Lately, I feel so blind, momma (blind, momma)
If fake love was a crime, momma (crime, momma)
My friends would be doing time, momma (the time, momma)
'Cause people's hearts ain't like mine, momma (mine, momma
But don't worry, I'm fine, momma (fine, mama, fine, momma)
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, momma
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, momma
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, momma
Written by: Brabo Gator
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