Lyrics:
Mamma´s little boy
Tekst og melodi af Janne Franciska 2018
Your mamma always told you that you were right
No matter what!
In her eyes you couldn't
Mamma's little boy has fallen down,
Mamma's little boy has hit the ground.
Now he's gone, Ian is gone,
His time is done.
The weight of a dream
Can
I wanna be Instagram boy
Oh, mamma, mamma, I am all out of joy
I wanna be social media toy
Oh, mamma, mamma, Instagram boy
I wanna be Instagram
mamma...
They call me mamma...
They call me mamma's boy
But I don't care
I'll be a mamma...
I'll be a mamma...
I'll be a mamma's boy
since Daddy got...the
had to buy up
Face up
Make a case up
Only chase when you're not runnin' away
Bye bye boy
Mamma boy
20 something commas boy
Badder than Osama
and maybe she'll sleep at home
But I steal her alone
And I say mamma, mamma, don't be so down
I'm not that defendant boy
Mamma, mamma, don't be so down
son running like crazy
Clock keep on ticking, days go by
A mamma's boy but wicked and hazy
Zig-zag down main street, repeat and deny
Food check, sleep
to the left
Swipe John to the right
William is. a little obsessed
We only spent one night
Damien is a mammas boy
Tom said he dint enjoy
Sucking them berries
tall and play football
But he'll always be a mamma's boy
[Chorus]
ain't this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the perpetrator in the lip
Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now he's rappin?
Foolin' the crowd because he got you
con tutto boy
Con chi se ne fotte boy perché non ha un cazzo boy
Giro e vedo solo toy giuro non mi compri boy
Solo per mia mamma boy oggi non mi ammazzo
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had
at the high school hop
Rock and roll lady knows how to move.
The rock and roll lady sure cuts a fine groove.
She’s a hip-shakin’ mamma with the boys
Comfort Fendi)
Troppi contanti in tasca
Non so che farne li spendo per mamma
(Boy li spendo per mamma)
Se me la chiedi sto in ansia
Fumando zaza
Tengo la
You had fun
But you couldn't get him out of the car
I guess mamma's boys only go so far
You went in and put a record on
To make it sound like someone
When I was
A little baby
A mamma's boy
No one could save me
From those kids at school
They would bully
They would tease
They would taunt me
imagination
Of your imagination
Oh I see your heart is aching
Mamma's boy's feeling grey
Live in the misery you're making
You're a prisoner of your
Any bikini she a stunna
She hotta than the sun in ah di summa
Say she get it from her mamma
Mi ah fly boy mi ah holla
She my bad lil ting ah she me
mamma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why!
Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy,
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!
For we must find
Mamma's boy but she don't love me
Back to blowing O's
Reason the old me fucking hoes
Step in critics falling back like dominoes
Boy, I'm at your door like
Told me stack it keeps some racks up in a Vault locked
Mamma yelling boy do whatever you willing
As long as you catch the feeling and your Doing what you
don't need no Mr. Nice guy, are you nuts
Just give me all the boys to pay
Khel na khel na, don't you wanna play now
Play with me don't be mamma's boy
We're all gonna die
When I was a very young boy, mamma told me we all gonna die
Mamma said son love can't be trusted, it's just another weakness
slightly different so today is the day
Perfect mamma's boys in their perfect daddy's cars
Twenty bucks a ticket to see rock stars
You're a minority 'cause
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