My Mom

My mom’s lived life for me She’s asking who I’ll be I’m tryin’a make a call She answers. Rock’n’roll My mom’s lived life for me She’s asking who I’ll be I’m tryin’a make a call She answers. Rock’n’roll

I’m not afraid to fall, that’s cause of all Things that she’s done, and she would run If I were alone, and she would call And she would say, “son, rock’n’roll’ And when you grow you already know That life’s not long, not song, not rock’n’roll It doesn’t glow, it’s like a flow, it takes you on and then it’s over Then you’re rolling, you’re disturbing Your mom’s enduring. She taught you foreign language She taught how to cook sandwich, not to Fall in love with that bitch. Tell me What she didn’t teach you. When I’m Kidding when I’m glitching My mom waits in the kitchen And she’s ready to explode Like a bomb, to light my road She knows my code, she knows my blood, How to avoid my overload. She didn’t sleep at night because I was unsatisfied when I lost my fight An’ I really tried not to lie Yes, you’re right, almost fired Deeply tired, not admired. Basically I even cried. I didn’t know where to hide. But my mom was around When I was lying on the ground She told me once: “Son, stand up. You can’t afford to miss up this chance”.

CHORUS Ma-ah-ma You lived life for me Ma-ah-ma You’re asking who I’ll be Ma-ah-ma I’m tryin’a make a call Ma-ah-ma You answered. Rock’n’roll

You checked my homework Seemed I was jerk, but I was locked Inside my dreams where I was rocked Because of queens. That’s what I talked about Of course mistakes are not allowed But look at me, I’m breathing out. Just look at me where I’m right now Just call me if you need me ‘round The sound I found Are you proud it gathers crowds? I’m entertainer, not a clown But I can wear a bow to make you smile Between us miles, I feel exiled. And entire world Makes me wanna rhyme some words. Write chords, toy-swords. Don’t forget I am your guardian Two katanas, bathrobe, fighting Air, you look there It’s not fair to beat air But now it’s rare, I gave you farewell. It’s like a spell. I’m like in prison cell. I tell you I am well. (Don’ worry.) I’ll sell my music. I’ll buy a house of gold for you. I’ll buy a plain, a car, a train, an’ I’ll hold the world for you. Don’t you ever say you never Wanted have a son who’s clever I can explain it, though, Who else can love you so much as I do, mom?

CHORUS Ma-ah-ma You lived life for me Ma-ah-ma You’re asking who I’ll be Ma-ah-ma I’m tryin’a make a call Ma-ah-ma You answered. Rock’n’roll

You lived life for me You’re asking who I’ll be I’m tryin’a make a call You answered. Rock’n’roll