[Intro: George The Poet]
Love my mum
[Verse 1: George The Poet]
I love my mum but I don't wanna see her right
Now 'cause she's gonna take one look at me and
Worry about my lifestyle
Don't worry about my lifestyle
You know your son, your son's got a goal
I got this whole thing under control
Yes, I'm losing weight and my eyes are red
Maybe 'cause I'm a man that lies in bed
Racking my brain for answers
'Cause I've been out here running my mouth
Chatting bout progress, they say it's a process
But I want it right now, so I gotta
Live this way because to play the boss you gotta pay the cost
And that cost might come as a major loss
And that's just the life I chose
I don't trust no one, I get no peace
Every day, petrol from West to East
I love to sleep, I love to eat
But I don't get no rest or feast
And that's the reason I ain't afraid of my foes
Jumped on the grind and I stayed on my toes
And, mama, believe it or not
Couple man got a problem with me
Some of the man dem wan' rob them for me
So every time I start writing songs, I gotta face the things I've been hiding from
They wanna ride or die, tell 'em, "Ride along"
Just know that it's real in the field
I don't wanna hear no crying or moaning
I ain't got time for no sighing or groaning
You gotta be down to grind on your own ting
Love my mum
[Verse 1: George The Poet]
I love my mum but I don't wanna see her right
Now 'cause she's gonna take one look at me and
Worry about my lifestyle
Don't worry about my lifestyle
You know your son, your son's got a goal
I got this whole thing under control
Yes, I'm losing weight and my eyes are red
Maybe 'cause I'm a man that lies in bed
Racking my brain for answers
'Cause I've been out here running my mouth
Chatting bout progress, they say it's a process
But I want it right now, so I gotta
Live this way because to play the boss you gotta pay the cost
And that cost might come as a major loss
And that's just the life I chose
I don't trust no one, I get no peace
Every day, petrol from West to East
I love to sleep, I love to eat
But I don't get no rest or feast
And that's the reason I ain't afraid of my foes
Jumped on the grind and I stayed on my toes
And, mama, believe it or not
Couple man got a problem with me
Some of the man dem wan' rob them for me
So every time I start writing songs, I gotta face the things I've been hiding from
They wanna ride or die, tell 'em, "Ride along"
Just know that it's real in the field
I don't wanna hear no crying or moaning
I ain't got time for no sighing or groaning
You gotta be down to grind on your own ting
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