bestforusfreestyle.mp3

[Intro: Erick the Architect & (Lady Wray )]

Yeah (You are)

This one is dedicated to all the mommas

Momma's mommas (You are)

Momma’s momma's mommas

We love y'all

(You know you are the love of my life

So don′t make it hard for me)

That’s right

(And I try my best to go to church

Pray on bending knee)

Praise God

(The ups, the downs, the trust

Lord, don't let it get the best of us)

Don't do that (The best of us)

Yeah

[Verse]

My eyes are teared up when I wrote this

This a focus for someone in need

[?] own blessings simply 'cause she cared for me

On Mother's Day, there's other days I cry alone without her

We're just passing time, it's not something you just

I just miss her

I wish I melt that sugar out your system

Bring her vision back so she could see the bugs in lighting fixtures

I know heaven has a ghetto ’cause you there with James Brown

All the soul shit from the 60’s kept it 'til she laid down

All the shit I been dealing with, my spirit way down

I done changed so much without you, wished that you could see me now

Love this music like you did

[?]

It’s essential to have all that kind of loving as a kid

I'ma stitch it all together, I'm no seamstress

Life is too [?] I kept all your modest features

From my seeds in the poem, [?] into a dream

I hear voices in my head, you talking to me in my sleep

Love is stronger, so reminisce on everything you fond of

And if you hearing this just hug your moms a little longer

Them little fights is miniscule, I need a guidance now

What would she tell me to do when all your friends is drying out?

Still reading old texts from 2019 in fact

Staring at the screen hoping you gon' try text me back

I love my moms, man, I watched her suffer with a smile on

So everything I been through I pile on

I waited on that clinic even if it was an hour long

I wanna hear Denise on my dial tone

Momma, look, it’s our song

A changed man, a Champion jersey to a swing man

Birthed me from a [?] was discerning but I'm here, man

Of course the emotions gon' continue

Smoking out the venue, all the mothers I commend you

I wish there was some roses I could send you

Now I'm buying everything you want that's on the menu

I been on some nigga shit, I hope I don't offend you

I found the right woman, she can breath the life back in you

God got you, I got you, and you know the whole squad got you

And your memory you know you'll be our statue, momma

[Outro]