Lyrics:
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper
Hurry on"
And I see
And ride for your crispy 850-I
I fuck with them drugs 'cause it gets me high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa, yeah
Been doin' this rap shit since '85
Then
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
door
So come out from behind your bunkers
'Cos the lift-off's been a bust
Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's dead
And buried in my rocket dust
You're alone now
a song about mama and home
For tomorrow he'll meet his destiny
So I'll sing him a song about mama and home
It's all that's kept him from losing his mind
about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said: Son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper
Hurry on"
And I see
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
you play your cards right played,
Treat me like I wanna be treated,
Maybe one day I’ll sing you a little song
And say
Hey papa, won’t you come
Written by: Neil Diamond
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for
off the fat of the land
Mama she died too young
Papa and me we stayed on the run
Gave up my mama's words for a life on the run
Gave up my mama's words
things, don’t you know
You’re driving your mamas and papas insane?
Let me say it again
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Look at your children
Their
à tes côtés je trouverai le chemin
Vas-y baby donnes moi ta main
I could be the one
Give you my love
Give you my heart
My number one
Me by your side
you see
Papa didn't raise no sucker
Eating sons like you for supper
Shut up or I'll make you suffer
Go home to mother boy
Home to mother
Papa didn't
Baby temptation
You be my temptation
Baby commotion
Your body cause commotion
Shebi mama warn me
Make I no fall for this oh
Shebi papa
Playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in
Front of Woolworth's
Tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
Mama
follow
Use up your trade, skill
Yes to get your dollar
If not then
You the earth ago swallow
Respect and manner
Take you through for ever
Mi want mi mama
Sing this song, let your heart forget that pain
Lullaby a lullaby for the one with regrets
Hum this tune, don't' let the world tell you anything else
level matter
I no go lie, I no go lie, e no be level matter
Tell your papa, Tell your mama, if them no gree
Baby shey you know say this matter odi gi naka
Mama dey pray for me
Papa dey pray for me
Man done too dey think
Bills done dey too plenty
As I pray for your grace for your grace
Make you pray for my
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
too young to understand it
Papa was a rollin' stone, mama developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just
papa's gonna see
Now baby stop winking 'cross the supper table
I already know you got eyes for me
You know put them up every time we touch
They just
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