Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
malachi I hollins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Mama, I'm sorry that I put you through that
Mama, I'm sorry, I a'int mean to do that
Mama, I'm sorry, I could never take it back
Mom, I'm sorry, I know I ain't perfect
But I tried to be for you But I tried to be, yeah
But I tried to be for you
I'm sorry for all of the times I ain't go to school
Sorry for all of the talks with my principal
(hu-huh-huh)
Look at me, mama, I'm getting better
(Look at me Mama)
I'm getting better and better, I hope that you know that I'm gon' be okay
(Yeah)
I'm getting better and better, I want you to know that I'm gon' be straight
(Yeah)
I just been changing my life, so I'm sorry for all of the things I said
I know you ain't have that much or no super bread
But, still taking care of us, stomach super fed
I would day dream in my head, laying in the bed
No, I wasn't lazy, I was thinking about getting Bread
Sometimes I didn't want to go to church
Thinking about my life, made my head hurt
So I jumped in the streets, yeah, Head first
I was just a baby, but not the pampers
(Ha)
God found me
(Yeah)
turned around me
(Yeah, yeah)
Lost, drowning, but that wasn't real me
(Naw)
It was counterfeit, trying to down me
I ain't playing, no clowning
Yeah, yeah
Mama I'm sorry for all the things that I've done
Things made me question being your son
I'm not the only child, yeah, I'm not the only one
But we are children of the Holy One
Where's dad? I got a father up in heaven like that
I didn't mean to be mad, my bad
I didn't mean to be mad, my bad
Made ya this song, do you like that
They really in the wrong, to do you like that
Just let me know, mama, if you need something
I'll be quick just to go and spend a bag
I don't gotta brag, no
Include me in your prayers so I could be in this bag, though
Actually, every time they come up and be asking me
Had to be
All that stuff you taught and was teaching me
Teaching me
Praying to my God for the best mom I got
And I know I'll never give her up, never ever, actually
I know I'll never give her up
I know I'll never give her up
I know I'll never give her up
She's so perfect like a picture
And I know my God made her
I can see why you got haters
Mama, mama, mama
(Mom)
I'm sorry for all the things I do
I'm causing you, I'm causing you, ayy
I'm sorry for all the words that came out the other day
Between me and you, I wish it came another way
Guess what? I'm here to just say it's okay
Guess what? I'm here to just tell you it's okay
Guess what? I'm here to just tell you alright
Cause guess what? I'm still always love you anyway
Written by: malachi I hollins