Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZORA
Performer
Zora Grey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zora Grey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zora Grey
Producer
Kurt Cavalheiro
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama
Remember the night when you told me I could come to you about anything?
Ma
It felt like a year on that Mother's Day drive, I zoom down the highway
Mama
I wanna come home, if just for a while now, I'll tell you everything
Mama
Please open your door, I'm booking the ticket
I'm parked in your driveway
Mama
The parties, the lights, the drinks, the smokes, the tokes, the blokes, the ganj', the Johns
I won't go much more in depth into it, just know I hold it down, that's on my
Mama
I buried his hand, I did the best that I could do in that
For the girls that are pretty like me, it's rare
For the people that envy us to even care, oh
Mama
I barely made it out
Please take my hand
How would you feel
If every time you took a step
You set a blaze behind you?
It's magic
It's magic
It's like ice castle magic, yeah
It's like ice castle magic, yeah
Oh my God
Oh my God, ooh
Hi my love, I'm on my way to Auntie **** house, um, but you can call me, I love you
Written by: Zora Grey

