Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taquan Sims
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taquan Sims
Songwriter
Allen Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Smith
Producer
Jacob Klima
Engineer
Lyrics
Mama, I'm sorry, I wish I would've listened
You used to say everybody can't go, I wish I knew what that meant then
On punishment in my room, discovered I was gifted
Found confidence in writing bars now I know this my mission
And mama, I'm sorry for all the pain I caused
Was out there getting high when I should've been playing ball
Put it in my hand before I could blink, let alone even crawl
The day I fall, you'll be right there to catch me, that's my dawg
The things you taught without saying nothing
That sacrifice ain't go unnoticed I'ma repay you for all that pain and suffering
You'll do whatever to see your baby smile
The greatest mother
The greatest hustler
Ain't have a way then you a make another
Used to make my brother take me with him cause you was working doubles
I know he hated it but that had shaped me to a bad mother
Won't do no cussing cause I want you to play this for your company
So they can know they sit in front of a real stand up woman
And I love your mama like my mama, she's so instrumental
I never meant to thrust you into stuff I had you into
Then innuendos and then the disrespect
I wish I didn't do it
A thousand miles away, can't lie, I miss you
And I apologize for all the lies
I know you tried your best
Used to tell you about part of my day and then hide the rest
Alleviate some worries so you can try to rest
Fifteen years later, you still ain't found it yet
I pray you do cause you deserve it
All of the stuff me and my brother put you through when I touch M's
It's gon' be worth it
Forever practicing your purpose
And you know what practice make
So thank you for making Mr. Perfect
The way you were working, rarely seen you miss a day
Trying to take care of two boys, you had a lot on your plate
And still do but now I get it, so I just came here to say
If you ever need to talk, or see my face
Just call me and I'll pick up without a hesitation
You taught me what it look like when opportunity meets preparation
No elevators you put in work to reach your destination
And I'll do the same on my way to make it
On the way to greatness, my look at your baby
I came a long way from granny basement
Just know I plan to take ya
Wherever it is, your heart desire
To see you smile know I'll walk through burning fires
Don't wanna see tears, cause we all know you a crier
You've been sober for years, but I still plan to take you higher
Quit working, gon' retire, let's go somewhere they probably never find us
Never been too big on sorrys, but Ma I just
Need to,
Just need to say sorry
For all the stuff I done put you through, through the years
Everything you done did, all the sacrifices
All them nights you was working doubles, two jobs
Trying to provide, thank you
Written by: Allen Smith, Taquan Sims


