Singer: Tyler, The Creator
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Song: Mother
Tyler, The Creator - Mother Lyrics (LRC Advanced) (04:40-280-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:03.90]Okay, okay, yeah
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[00:09.90]Lennox where the brown boys at
[00:11.20]I can't go over there
[00:12.20]Del Aire where the white boys at
[00:13.50]I don't live over there
[00:14.70]Dody, where the dope boys at?
[00:16.00]I won't go over there
[00:17.20]Unless I'm tryna get pressed up, like hair
[00:19.30]White tees, Nike Air is the daily atear, or attire, not mine
[00:22.90]So they just might stare if I'm there
[00:24.70]Walk by in the pink ice Airs
[00:26.30]What size? Not mine
[00:27.80]Wouldn't really be a fair fight there, pipe down
[00:30.30]Not scared, dark blue, dark red
[00:32.70]Don’t give a fuck there, might die
[00:34.70]Might dare over what you'd wear or won't
[00:36.90]Where niggas from, can't breathe, low air
[00:39.20]So, no
[00:40.50]Don't call me, nigga
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[00:42.80]Talkin' 'bout bailin' you outta jail
[00:44.70]Because your stupid ass over there stole a ****
[00:47.20]Tryna impress a friend
[00:49.00]And I'm a single parent, I've got bills to pay
[00:51.30]I'm not tryna bail you outta jail, nigga, 'cause you're stupid as fuck
[00:54.10]Yeah, momma told me not to come over there
[00:56.10]Y'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts (Mm)
[00:58.20]'Cause you shoot and you kill over land you ain't bought (Mm)
[00:59.90]Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail (Mm)
[01:01.70]Momma told me not to come over there (Mm)
[01:03.60]Y'all niggas smoke and you drink 'til it's dark (Mm)
[01:05.40]And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope (Mm)
[01:07.40]And you rob and you steal, shoot your guns in the air (Mm)
[01:09.30]Momma told me not to come over there (Bih)
[01:11.20]Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang (Bih)
[01:13.00]And you hang and you press little niggas like me (Bih)
[01:14.90]Outside a area, nobody care (Bih)
[01:16.70]Momma told me not to come over there (Bih)
[01:18.70]Y'all with the shits, I was born with a gift (Bih)
[01:20.50]And if I fall in love, y'all can unwrap it quick (Bih)
[01:22.40]So I make sure that I'm never present (Bih)
[01:24.30]Momma told me not to come over there (Bih, bih, bih, bih)
[01:26.20]That ain't the move and niggas is coons (What?)
[01:28.10]And that I'm a real nigga, shit isn't cool (Bih)
[01:30.00]Said I should never abide by the rules of the street (Ooh, ooh)
[01:32.40]Shit is real and it's also not real (Hey)
[01:33.90]Spray what you claim and fuck up the building
[01:35.60]Spray up the party and rake all the bodies
[01:37.50]Nobody gon' stop 'til somebody get killed (Mm)
[01:39.50]Momma told me not to come over there (Ooh)
[01:41.30]But that's all y'all knew, the red and the blue
[01:43.20]I liked baby pink at the time (Mm)
[01:44.70]Homie made sure nobody came to press lines, fine
[01:47.20]Momma told me not to come over there (Mm, yeah)
[01:48.90]But y'all treat me right, y'all handle my fights (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:50.80]And told me not to ever, ever, ever, ever pick up this life (Yeah, yeah)
[01:53.60]I hope I did right (Yeah)
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[02:09.50]Father told me nothin', fuck it
[02:11.60]I understand as a man that I wasn't his plan (Woo, woo, woo)
[02:14.00]Had some other ideas in his head
[02:15.40]I hold no grudges, I heard he a fan
[02:17.00]Pockets hella heavy, healthy, sweet as Betty Crocker (Mm)
[02:19.60]I wake every mornin', gettin' ready (Mm)
[02:21.20]Happy as a motherfucker, spent five hundred thousand (Mm)
[02:23.30]Ain't think nothin' of it, that must count for somethin', right? (Yeah)
[02:26.50]Life, got the cheese, want a slice? (Uh, yeah)
[02:29.00]Got the cheese, where the mice? (Yeah)
[02:30.50]With the pussy, what's my vice?
[02:32.30]New threads and a bike
[02:34.20]Shit sweet, like rice
[02:36.00]With the sugar and the butter, got it from my grandmother (Mm)
[02:38.40]I ain't like the salt and pepper, lil' nigga from the gutter (Mm)
[02:40.40]I don't show it, but I know it (Know it)
[02:41.90]I'm a painter, not a poet (Not a poet)
[02:43.70]Get the picture, come together (Mm)
[02:45.50]Like stitches with a scar
[02:47.50]Daddy gone, I ain't lyin' (La-la)
[02:49.40]That's a bar, yeah, I said it (Uh, uh)
[02:51.20]Like alarm, now set it (La-la)
[02:53.00]Like speak, but you read it (Uh)
[02:55.00]Like bleed
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[03:10.10]Momma told me, 1970
[03:12.00]Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly
[03:13.80]Home was South Central, school's Beverly
[03:15.60]Brother locked up, sister strung out
[03:17.60]High school president, ran for it
[03:19.60]Had the chance to move out, ran for it
[03:21.40]Love them Africans, met one
[03:23.10]Let him in, when they got the news, he ran for it (Ooh)
[03:25.30]Twenty, I popped out
[03:26.50]I ...........
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