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Runnin' my momma crazy

by Plies

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Ay Momma (Ay Momma)
I Know Ain´t Never Tell You This Before (I Ain´t Never Tell You This Before)
But It Really Hurt Me To Know (Hurt Me) I´m Running You Crazy (I´m Running You Crazy)
I Want To Talk To You Real Quick (I Want To Talk To You Momma)

[Verse 1:]
My Momma Told Me While I Run These Streets She Can´t Sleep
Her Phone Ring Late At Night She Think Something Than Happened To Me
Her Nerves So Bad Right Now She Can´t Watch Tv
She Turn Her Head Every Time She See A Police
Scared To Look Cause It Might Be Me In The Backseat
Whenever She Hear About A Shooting Her Heart Skip A Beat
She Heard The Feds In Town Her Knee Got Weak
She Know I´m At The House The Only Time She At Peace
Her Blood Pressure Through The Roof All Because Of Me
Her Favorite Words Is Dope Ain´t The Only Way To Eat
She Told Me The Other Day She Hope I Don´t Die In These Streets
I Just Pray To God She Don´t Wipe Her Hands With Me

[Chorus: x2]
I´m a Goon To These Streets
But To My Momma I´m Still A Baby
Raise A Street Nigga By Yourself
You A Hell Of A Lady
Shit I´m Doing Now
Got Nothing To Do
With How You Raised Me
Shit Killing
Me To Know I´m Running My Momma Crazy

[Verse 2:]
Remember The Night Me Sitting Up In A Cold Cell
Waking You Up Out Yo Sleep It´s Me Calling You From Jail (Collect Call)
You Ain´t Say It But I Know Inside You Mad As Hell
You Called Off Of Work Just To Bond Me Out Of Jail
I Get In Trouble I Call You Seem Like It Never Fail
Can Hear You Now Boy You Need To Sit Your A** Down Somewhere
I Come And Eat I Take A Shower And I´m Out Of There
I Know I´m Stressin You At Times Seems Like I Don´t Care
You Wrote Bad Checks For Me To Have Something To Wear
You Risked Your Freedom For Me Now Days That´s Real Rare
Every Time I Think About This Sh** I Wanna Shed A Tear
That´s Why I Buy You Something For Fathers Day Every Year

[Chorus: x2]
I´m a Goon To These Streets
But To My Momma I´m Still A Baby
Raise A Street Nigga By Yourself
You A Hell Of A Lady
Shit I´m Doing Now
Got Nothing To Do
With How You Raised Me
Shit Killing
Me To Know I´m Running My Momma Crazy

[Verse 3:]
You Did The Best You Could With Me And I Love You For That
Wanted Me To Stay In School But That Ain´t Where My Heart Was At
I Got Exposed To The Streets And Fell In Love With Stacks
And All The Times I Hurt You Wish I Could Take It Back
When Daddy Left Us You Stepped Up And Took Up His Slack
I Know I´m Selfish And Feelings Is Something I Know I Lack
The Shit I´m Doing Now I Know You Raised Me Better Than That
You Thought Me How To Be A Man And Showed Me How To Act
Sometimes I Wonder How You Still Proud I´m Your Son
After All The Stuff I Took You Through And All The Shit I Done
But Like You Told Me When God Want Me How I Can´t Run
Before He Take Me Want You To Know I Love You Momma

[Chorus: x2]
I´m a Goon To These Streets
But To My Momma I´m Still A Baby
Raise A Street Nigga By Yourself
You A Hell Of A Lady
Shit I´m Doing Now
Got Nothing To Do
With How You Raised Me
Shit Killing
Me To Know I´m Running My Momma Crazy

I Think I´m Speakin
For Every Street Nigga
Around The World
I Don´t Think We Sit Down Long Enough
Sometimes Just To Realize
What We Takin Our Momma Through
It Hurt Me To Know Dog
That I´m Runnin My Momma Crazy
It Really Killin Me To Know That I´m Help Killing My Momma
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