Mama Bear Rare Americans

[Verse 1]
Truth
My mom likes when I rap fast
With enough energy that it can make her heart dance
I would like to write a song for her to sing along
Better make it fucking bump
Because my mom's the bomb

[Verse 2]
Life
Took my parents on a giant roller coaster ride
'Cause I was walking with a limp, something wasn’t right
Doc came in the room, said they found a giant tumor
It was lodged in my brain, needed surgical procedure
Imagine the thoughts running through their head
Their two-year-old boy, heads filled with dread
You can’t prepare for that being said
On a Tuesday afternoon, when you get out of bed
But I made it, I fucking made it

[Chorus]
You’ve been by my side
Through the good and hard times
I’d do anything for you
I’d do anything for you
Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear
Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear