a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

kataem – hey ma i’m good lyrics

i say roll it, light up, vibe
what a time and place to be alive
so high stars seeing me align
cuts on my minute hand, bleeding time
im ahead of my time, counting days till i see the night
night owls like me take flight
please tell my momma imma be alright
she scared of death but believe in life
i like to move with the movers
one’s who manoeuvre
planting seeds feeling like the manure
fantasies of mine couldn’t come sooner
and when my minds in a blaze, i blaze the haze
gas the heat, my mind couldn’t feel cooler
after me, designs finna feel truer
im way too good at being myself
blowing loud momma hearing the smell
smelt the 80 proof all over my bed sheets
found a couple condoms stashed in my shelf
too many sins to tell
young man but i’m still her little baby
mind bright, but i get a lil shady
just how i move on a daily
come back and all i can say is..

hey ma
im fine
alright

hey son
don’t leave
my sight

i know
you grown
alright

you still
my youngin
for life

sorry momma, know you struggling
ill hit the gym to bring some muscle in
wondering, the location of her son again
plus her daughter finna flunk again
all of the demons that i’m juggling
mom probably has enough to double em
and i know i’m in need of humbling
constant beginnings till summer ends

5 homies in a four door
hittin new locations like a war tour
took a couple shots and like four more and now my brain is feeling war torn
momma opened up my front door, i almost threw on the floor boards
couldn’t tell you its my last night out, both know i got more in store

at least we know that i’m keeping a balance
no pun intended i cut to the action
family know that my word is my bond
james precision when i move through a challenge
eye on a planet while shooting right pass it
unboxed and i’m still the whole package
all the time spent’ll come back taxing
long as my mind still cashing, i’m finna manage

hey ma
im fine
alright

hey son
don’t leave
my sight

i know
you grown
alright

you still
my youngin
for life

running the streets all night licc after licc trynna feed my vice don’t worry momma ima be all right before i get home ima burn my clothes u dont gotta see all them flashing lights wish i could change but the bag to nice cannot complain it’s just how it goes i know i’m ya son but i live by da code
it’s hard to fit the shoes that i step in trynna be the man in my adolescence n
every lil chance is tempting #real sh#t#
negated by my spendin judgement always pending less is more so forget all my lessons livin passive like my aggression all this love that i am blessed with why does hate still get me
change the lane fore he beep
please dont get out of line
wave good bye when u leave
before u get left behind
spare ya thoughts change ya mind
but dont ever switch sides
theres some b#tter in those lines
slip all u want but dont spill mines

hey ma
im fine
alright

hey son
don’t leave
my sight

i know
you grown
alright

you still
my youngin
for life

though my mind two sided, i ain’t a gemini in private
taurus clothes, horoscope a closed book never abided by it
sometimes i’m shy and quiet
sometimes my mind a riot
pry it open you’ll find a paradise next to something horrid
every mans mind a lions den hope that punch is quoted
my shoes in murky waters while my sole is open

im just a d#mned youngin who stands under the hands of his
dad, mother and plans of his demand running up with bands jumpin plus bags bustin with dreams unbudgeted
hard to fit all your beliefs in a covenant
agreements get stubbed for bliss
spliffs, shrooms and couple sips
gets viewed through a mothers vision
the tune of another tick
then kaboom and we stuck again
in out newest sunkin abyss
insecurities coupled with
high authority never mix
still moving in ways you wouldn’t think a kid would
cause he move through a type world you wouldn’t think a kid should
by now its out of your power on whatever the kid could
by now its out of faith in yourself you know that the kid good
roaming through the back streets with backwoods
flask seeming half full| i mean its only emptier when i take too much samples
relying on moving streams but my team in need of paddles
while moving closer to motors, my morals stuck in battle
but i’m good

ashes to ashes, a back full of gashes and lasting madness passin as fashion extracted from passion, i know im crashin but im good

done with a assumptions, he running from nothing stuck and above him
swiftly adjusting, my sins in the hunnids
i know he’s coming but im good

- kataem lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS