[Verse 1: Kemba]
I feel like I can't be by myself alone
I’ve seen deterioration of a happy home
I've seen materialization from niggas that can't afford it
Real niggas in costume jewelry, Old English and Chinese Jordan’s
I've seen the visualizations but I hoped it wrong
I've been there sitting complacent like an Uncle Tom
I've welcomed my momma's fakest friends with open arms
I know I strained some relations when I wrote this song
Fuck it, it feels like I've lost it all (All, all, all, all)
Ignored your calls, flew so high I was forced to fall
I feel like I, I feel like my family tried to be family
Offered a shoulder then once it was over
It's like they don't know me
That could lead to pure insanity hate for humanity
I could’ve called them but sheeeit
My momma died I’m traumatized I'm not alright
I need serenity slip me some remedy
Some realignment for my inner me positive energy
To reassign some higher entity
All these Natures Blessings scented memories
How can you love me you don’t remember me
[Verse 2: Kemba]
Turned your phone off ignored my calls
Got so high
I feel like I, you felt like I'm selfish an bitter
I never [phone ring sound] without an agenda
I only care about myself and my niggas
I never brought you back as much as a picture
Unless I want recognition
I never asked you what you wanted for dinner
I don't love you ‘less I'm broke or I’m injured
You can't hide your intentions
There ain't nothing like a mom's intuition
I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it
If I went harder to listen, but I have some suspicion
But instead I'm caught off guard, I'm calling God for assistance
Need divine intervention, yes I know I'm not the ideal Christian
I'm your son here's my ID, my picture, I need you to prevent this
I'll repent, I'll hit my knees and surrender
How could I ever be so blind and so distant?
Towards the end it was different
Ain't step foot in the kitchen, is it part of her mission?
Is it part of…
I feel like I can't be by myself alone
I’ve seen deterioration of a happy home
I've seen materialization from niggas that can't afford it
Real niggas in costume jewelry, Old English and Chinese Jordan’s
I've seen the visualizations but I hoped it wrong
I've been there sitting complacent like an Uncle Tom
I've welcomed my momma's fakest friends with open arms
I know I strained some relations when I wrote this song
Fuck it, it feels like I've lost it all (All, all, all, all)
Ignored your calls, flew so high I was forced to fall
I feel like I, I feel like my family tried to be family
Offered a shoulder then once it was over
It's like they don't know me
That could lead to pure insanity hate for humanity
I could’ve called them but sheeeit
My momma died I’m traumatized I'm not alright
I need serenity slip me some remedy
Some realignment for my inner me positive energy
To reassign some higher entity
All these Natures Blessings scented memories
How can you love me you don’t remember me
[Verse 2: Kemba]
Turned your phone off ignored my calls
Got so high
I feel like I, you felt like I'm selfish an bitter
I never [phone ring sound] without an agenda
I only care about myself and my niggas
I never brought you back as much as a picture
Unless I want recognition
I never asked you what you wanted for dinner
I don't love you ‘less I'm broke or I’m injured
You can't hide your intentions
There ain't nothing like a mom's intuition
I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it
If I went harder to listen, but I have some suspicion
But instead I'm caught off guard, I'm calling God for assistance
Need divine intervention, yes I know I'm not the ideal Christian
I'm your son here's my ID, my picture, I need you to prevent this
I'll repent, I'll hit my knees and surrender
How could I ever be so blind and so distant?
Towards the end it was different
Ain't step foot in the kitchen, is it part of her mission?
Is it part of…
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