[Antonia Gabriela]
Mãe comigo
Embora já se tenha ido
Trago minha mãe comigo
Talvez por sermos tão parecidas

Sage and gold

[Chorus 1]
Your mommas baby
Your mommas momma
Your sister
Your aunties sister
Your grandma
Your great great gram

Moor Mother:
She said, 'put all the bad things away'
I see
I see
I see us coming out of hate
I see us coming out of deaths
I see us coming out of fear
But will we listen?
We don't hear
But when the bomb drop
We all fear
This year, next year
Same year
Fuck what you heard
I'm right here
Same place since I been here
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