ivan ooze – trippin’ lyrics
[hook]
she say i ain’t gonna make it, my mama be trippin’
journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin’
you ain’t bringin’ home this bacon, my mama be trippin’
mama be trippin’, mother, mother don’t listen
she say i ain’t gonna make it, my mama be trippin’
journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin’
you ain’t bringin’ home this bacon, my mama be trippin’
mama be trippin’, mother, mother don’t listen
[verse 1]
caught up with the drinking, while she thinking
her son’s clothes stinking, marijuana oder, brain shrinking
he plays that boom bap boom boom boom smack
over the head, would make him listen to things i once said
study, study, study, f-ck a f-ck buddy, buddy
you’ll be dressing cruddy for the rest of your d-mn near life
pick up the pencil, yes you have the potential, up in ya mental
to pedal and achieve a lovely house with wife
he retaliates, hates what i’d like to create
would rather go skate, get baked, dig threw these d-mn so called crates
he’s concealing his fate, i can’t take it
threw these halls i be pacing, waiting, hoping, he changes this mind-state
losing hair, stressed, he don’t care
can tell by his glare, was once my little boy now i’m scared
he’s so unaware, i am always there but it’s useless
like a 3 legged chair, he’s beyond repair
[hook]
she say i ain’t gonna make it, my mama be trippin’
journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin’
you ain’t bringin’ home this bacon, my mama be trippin’
mama be trippin’, mother, mother don’t listen
she say i ain’t gonna make it, my mama be trippin’
journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin’
you ain’t bringin’ home this bacon, my mama be trippin’
mama be trippin’, mother, mother don’t listen
[verse 2]
caught up with a dream and vision
pumping through his sound system is a 90s rhythm
scribbling words nouns verbs, plain dr. seuss rhyme
adjusts the pattern and in due time his name will shine
but mother ain’t to sure, every second through the door
grow the f-ck up benjamin, hip hop is immature
you really think your gonna make living gripping microphones
it’s in my blood mama, fathers done it since he left home
music’s the one thing that brightens my day
if it went a stray i could say i probably wouldn’t be here today
this is more than a hobby, this my gold and diamonds
i was born to spit sh-t so f-cking oath i’mma keep trying
if i don’t succeed, please don’t be mad at me
know my blood, sweat and tears entered every single story
no guts, no glory, when i’m in the laboratory
every song is to make you proud, i’m sorry
[hook]
she say i ain’t gonna make it, my mama be trippin’
journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin’
you ain’t bringin’ home this bacon, my mama be trippin’
mama be trippin’, mother, mother don’t listen
she say i ain’t gonna make it, my mama be trippin’
journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin’
you ain’t bringin’ home this bacon, my mama be trippin’
mama be trippin’, mother, mother don’t listen
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