Mama mama

Mama mama Please pick up the phone Cause soon I'll be gone I think imma do it on my own Won't be far from home You may never hear from me again Move outs permanent I went ahead and settled in my head Some unheard of shit Time is off the essence So I hope that you're enjoying it I know that I hated mine Trying to make joy in it Used to not find joy in shit Find pride my arrogance Comfort in my ignorance Patience in my rage, it's quick I'll look at death She's dressed to impress She sees I'm mislead She she's I'm de-stressed I cannot stress In front of parents They start to compare Then I chop off my hand But I'll keep on my head Suffer to present That imma be next Working to the best I don't ever rest Feel pain in my chest Work till my last breath The stress of success Perplexed and upset I ain't made it yet it makes perfect sense, ain't got out of bed Perplexed and upset I ain't made it yet it makes perfect sense, my eyes are shot red So Mama mama Please pick up the phone Cause soon I'll be gone I think imma do it on my own Won't be far from home You may never hear from me again Move outs permanent I went ahead and settled in my head Some unheard of shit Time is off the essence So I hope that you're enjoying it I know that I hated mine Trying to make joy in it Used to not find joy in shit Find pride my arrogance Comfort in my ignorance Patience in my rage, it's quick