Текст песни Kendrick Lamar - Momma

[Intro]Oh shit!Oh, I need thatI need that sloppyThat sloppyLike a Chevy in quicksandThat sloppy[Verse 1]This feelin' is unmatchedThis feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rapBlack [Pendleton] ball cap(West, west, west)We don't share the same synonym fall back(West, west, west)Been in it before internet had new actsMimicking radio's nemesis may be wackMy innocence limited the experience lackedTen of us with no tentative tactic that crackedThe mind of a literate writer but I did it in factYou admitted it once I submitted it wrapped in plasticRemember scribblin' scratchin' dilligent sentences backwardsVisiting freestyle cyphers for your reactionNow I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastestGamblin' Benjamin benefits, sittin' in trafficSpinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashionWinnin' in every decisionKendrick is master and mastered itIsn't it lovely how menace has turned attraction?Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magicThank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaqueBut what's better than that?The fact it brought me back home[Hook]We been waitin' for youWaitin' for youWaitin' for youWaitin' for you[Verse 2]I know everything, I know myselfI know morality, spirituality, good and bad healthI know fatality might haunt youI know everything, I know ComptonI know street shit, I know shit that's conscious, I know everythingI know lawyers, advertisement and sponsorsI know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karmaI know everything, I know historyI know the universe works mentallyI know the perks of bullshit isn't meant for meI know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and moneyI know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's OrneryI know everything, the highs to lows to groupies and junkiesI know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognitionThe way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decisionI know you know that lines from Compton School DistrictJust give it to the kids, don't gossip about how it was distributed

I know how people work, I know the price of lifeI know how much it's worth, I know what I know and I know it wellNot to ever forget until I realized I didn't know shitThe day I came home[Hook][Verse 3]I met a little boy that resembled my featuresNappy afro, gap in his smileHand me down sneakers bounced through the crowdRunnin' home and the man and woman that crossed himSun beamin' on his beady beads exhaustedTossin' footballs with his ashy black anklesBreakin' new laws mama passed on home trainin'He looked at me and said Kendrick you do know my languageYou just forgot because of what public schools had paintedOh I forgot don't kill my vibe, that's right you're famousI used to watch on Channel 5, TV was takin'But never mind you're here right now don't you mistake itIt's just a new trip, take a glimpse at your family's ancestorMake a new list, of everything you thought was progressAnd that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoilYou spoiled by fantasies of who you areI feel bad for youI can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' youIf you resist, I'll back off go catch a flight or twoBut if you pick, destiny over rest in peaceThan be an advocate go tell your homies especiallyTo come back home[Interlude]This is a world premiereThis is a world premiereThis is a world premiere[Verse 4]I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetiteFor the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?Tell me something got me losing my mind, AH!You make me wanna jump(Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump(Let's talk about love))(Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump(Let's talk about love))I been lookin for you my whole life, an appetiteFor the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?Tell me something think I'm losing my mind, AH!I say where you at, from the front to the backI'm lookin' for you I react, only when you reactAh, I thought I found you, back in the ghettoWhen I was seventeen with the .38 specialMaybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not realMaybe only the wealthy get to know how you feelMaybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anywayDon't lie to me I'm suicidal anywayI can be your advocateI can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is
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