Sorry, mama
There are times I get carried the word
Please don't worry
Next time I'm home still be the same
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Really, I'm fine
Never been better, got no job on the line
Sincerely, don't worry
Same old boy that you owe to you in front
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Writer(s): Samuel Macbriare Demarco
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