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kanye west, the pastelle collective - mama's boyfriend lyrics

[intro]
seems such a waste of time
if that’s what it’s all about
mama if that’s movin’ up then i’m moving out
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)

[chorus]
i never liked you n+ggas
who knew, one day, i’d be just like you n+ggas?
ugh+ugh+ugh, all right, you n+ggas
ugh+ugh+ugh, all right, you n+ggas
when i become my mama’s boyfriends?
when i become my mama’s boyfriends?

[verse 1]
he walked in our lives, i was only five
superman pajamas, i was super+duper fly
sitting there like, “wow, he at least hooper size”
you know i scrutinize, like, “who this newer guy?”
i’m my mama boyfriend, i’m her little husband
i was the man of the house whеn it wasn’t
tryna get to know me, homie? just k!ll thе charm
you ain’t interested in me, you just tryna f+ck my mom
we are the voices of our parents’ bad choices
the aftermath of divorces, the kids of bitter split+ups
and babysitters, grandparents that don’t know what do to with us
and the last thing i want to see is mama’s new n+gga
you ol’ old spice+wearing, short chain+wearing
dress shoes and jogging pants+wearing, church sock+wearing
when you first stop caring about your appearance?
when you get here anyway? i already got parents
don’t try to put me in line, i already got crayons
my mama said i could do it, i already got clearance
keep your hands off my mama, how anita got clarence
yeah, i know she look good, but you need to stop staring
i drew a picture of her that’d make her proud
but the door was locked, and the tv up so loud
i scream out, “i ain’t going to sleep no time soon!
and when i do, i’m sleeping in my mama room!”
[chorus]
i don’t like you, n+gga
if i was old enough, i’d fight you, n+gga
i want to run over you with my bike, you n+gga
don’t go to sleep at night, you n+gga
when i become my mama’s boyfriends?
when i become my mama’s boyfriends?

[bridge]
seems such a waste of time
if that’s what it’s all about
mama if that’s movin’ up then i’m moving out
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
(alright you n+ggas, al+alright)
[verse 2]
twenty years later, where has the time gone?
now, a n+gga dating, having problems of his own
and now, a n+gga grown, and the tables turned around
i never thought i ever raise another n+gga’s child
he don’t like his mama boyfriends, just like me
don’t wanna do the wrong thing, that’s very un+spike lee
but he be like deebo ’round his mama ‘nem
’cause when she here, he be quiet
when she leave, he be talking again
he be wilding again—be calm
i don’t drink the drama or sip the dom tyler perry+on
you gon’ marry my mom?
look, i don’t read palms, and i don’t read psalms
but i did take lil’ man to church, took lil’ man to school
“look, lil’ man, kids don’t make the rules
even though i ain’t raise you, and you your mama angel
don’t get it twisted, baby boy—i’ll ving rhames you”

- kanye west the pastelle collective lyrics

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