письмо, но ты мне не ответил Мама мне говорит "В голове твоей ветер" Мама мне говорит, что живу я во сне Мама мне говорит и советует мне: Мама мне говорит
Расcкажи мне мама об отце Что любил и, что он ненавидел И печатью на твоем лице Мелкие морщинки как обиды Расcкажи мне мама как одна Зимними холодными
Много во мне маминого, Папино - сокрыто,- Я из века каменного, Из палеолита! Но, по многим отзывам - Я умный и не злой,- То есть, в веке бронзовом Стою
Mama always told me, "Don't play in the street Never talk to strangers and look before you leap" She had a list a mile long, what I should and shouldn
Oh, tell me mama Who's that while ago? Oh, tell me mama Who's that while ago? Yes, when I come in Who went out that back door? Now don't come here mama
Mama always told me (Told me) But papa never showed me (Showed me) So I live the life of a thug And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride and sell drugs
Go, I may be ten years old but I still know what's up I wear my cramp shirt almost every single day I wanna sag my pants, I wanna pogo dance But mom won
I may be ten years old but I still know what's up I wear my Cramps shirt almost every single day I want to sag my pants, I want to pogo dance But mom
Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life You niggas don't know me You can't slow me down, you can
0L' black bascom, don't break no mirrors Cold black water dog, make no tears You say you love me with what may be love Don't you remember makin' baby
Gather around Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go Youngin' don't make my cells rise,
Want some whiskey in your water, sugar in your tea What's all these crazy questions, they're asking me? This is the craziest party that could ever be
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad Mamma, the weeping Mamma, the Angels No sleep in Heaven Or Bethlehem
MAMA WHO BORE ME (REPRISE) (WENDLA & GIRLS) Mama who bore me Mama who gave me Mama the angels Who made me so sad Mama who bore me Mama who gave me
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me Mamma, the Angels Who made me so sad Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad
MOMMY PLEASE SAY HOME WITH ME Writers Eddy Arnold, Wally Fowler, Graydon J. Hall A mother went out on a party She left at home her baby son He cried
Mama did she leave to go to Memphis Are you taking care care of Braidy while she's gone And mama is she down there drown the mem'ries Surely she won't
I know you and you know me I've got no personality Take away all your sympathy Do what you like to do to me N-no-no-no-n-no-no!!! N-no-no-no-no!! I can