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letra de susan - jay gudda

[intro]

[verse: jay gudda]
mama, i’ve been f-ckin’ b-tches like there’s no tomorrow
and i’m broke, so i hope you got some sh-t to borrow
and mama, i done rode the spokes off your brother’s haro
this pain and sorrow left me hollow, it’s hard to swallow
i might just pick up all my sh-t and move out to chicago
or colorado, just to prove i ain’t got no bravado
i need this bottle just to auto-pilot through this life, let’s do this right either drop my -ss off at this light, or let me write, like
i don’t give no mother f-cks
i mean i do, but to be true, i just can’t cover up
i f-cked it up when i left the crib, ma, i’m so sorry for the sh-t i did
cuz i just spent my money like there ain’t a future
on these game 6 kicks, just to make me cooler
i’m such a loser mama, please don’t listen to these rumors
i mean they’re true, but you know how them people do ya
there ain’t no humor when you can’t maneuver
i f-cked a cougar when i used to drive that pt cruiser
these betty boopers got me contemplating buying rugers
or hire shooters for these bruce willis time loopers
my mind’s stupid, diluted from this overthinking
or over-drinking, i noticed lincoln’s never blinking
my ship is sinking from the way i live
ma, i’m so sorry for the sh-t i did
but your suspicion got us both in trouble
you got so mad when you found that bag below my buckle
you know i hustle, but mama, you don’t know the puzzle
it’s just some weed for these bills that you know i juggle
i hope i bubble in this minute, not a second late
this heavy weight is on my shoulders, and my leg’ll break
that’s if i wait forever just to set this record straight
no second dates with the lord mama
and double a be p-ssing me extendo cords mama
i’m moving forward mama, there won’t be no more drama
that’s on the lord mama, i’ma hit the forbes mama
so please forgive, ma, i’m sorry for the sh-t did
but tell the kids just who johnny is, so they can know their brother
cuz i don’t call, like i’m not tryna blow my cover
they know my number, but it isn’t like we know each other
it’s like we hate each other, we just got related mothers
i f-ckin’ love them, so i hate it mama
i’m getting faded mama
my thoughts are jaded mama
when i get famous, they’ll just think i up and traded mama
i just can’t take it mama, i done did you wrong
so through this song i hope you see some piece of xxxx
not my father, but the son you thought was gone
i hate to bother, but i hope you put this on
cuz i’ll love you long as i can live
and i’m sorry for the sh-t i did

[voicemail]

- jay gudda

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