brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care I kissed the dear fingers that hold all that dough Oh God bless her and keep her Tell your mother hello
번역: 마틴, 딘. 안녕 엄마 한테.
know what I can do to make you feel alright? Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious And hell yeah I'm the mother fucking princess I can tell
gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only the real mother
livelihood, is not Hollywood I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers
me Was I crazy? I guess I had to be 'Cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe Your whole life is over (Through) Forget about your girl your (Crew)
walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell
Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell
when you knee deep goin on wayside get up to your neck just like a great tie i finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try your shirts still soakin wet, your
Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad She tell em get glad handle zip lock bags Bad girl I'mma leather whip your
ya) Take a walk on my side No more tears, no more fears, no more telling me lies I only want cheers and heartfelt goodbyes My death march is here, tell
me crazy, drive me wild I can't believe this shit What the hell is goin' on Between the sheets in my home? Baby, wait let me explain Before you start to point your
Drive me wild (oh, I can't believe this shit) What the hell is goin' on between the sheets in my home Baby, wait, let me explain Before you start to point your
up A thousand years ago And as you pray in your darkness For wings to set you free You are bound to your silent legacy Mothers tell your children Be
When the cameras are gone, when the cameras move on Oh, people come on tell me where is your Kingdom of Heaven? Where is your faith, where do you put your
China men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell
Mother, mother, how's the family? I'm just calling to say hello How's the weather? How's my father? Am I lonely? Heavens know Mother mother are ya listening
would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register Large in charge but cha gotta be my spy Come back and tell me who's baggin' my fries Getting high on company time" Hell
