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letra de mary jo - kallaway

ohh yeah
you feel those chords?
that’s some soulful sh-t

[verse 1 – kallaway]
yo
wonderful, i’m wonderful
mary jo i told ya
hundreds fill my wallet, i said wait until i’m older
great until i’m sober, ya waitin’ for the soldier
‘bout that time i stopped lookin’ backwards over my shoulder
back in pre-k, back in 3rd grade
i was quite lame, would bite flames
never been a fighter, never been a writer, always been an artist
never graduation but always listened to heartless (yeezy)
sicka bein’ hopeless back on grandview
feelin’ no soul i be wearin’ tom’s shoes
i’m aware what mom do, she inspire me
and i’m makin’ sure that she there when they retire me
makin’ sure we see the world entirely
makin’ sure we open up the winery
chusetts, napa
makin’ sure i’m masterin’ the ivory to clear my head and diary
and ditch the supervisor, imma lucid rapper (woo)

[hook – kallaway]
mary jo i mean it
i know you tired a my screamin’
and you require information
i know i’m wired, so momma flip the station
momma flip the station
cause ma i think we made it
we made it on the radio
fillin’ blossom to the stadium, to the stadium

[verse 2 – kallaway]
and now we blossomin’, possomin’, we dead until we made it
emulated all the greats, now we nominated
you got me educated, told me be creative, you said you could make it
if you try hard and fly hard
well now i feel like bruce willis in die hard, blood, sweat and tears up on my ipod
you and dad front rowin’ the life guard
lil bro singin’ the hooks when he off the tripod
gramps up in the clouds shootin’ lightrods
i went from bareskin to hershey
king kong from a turkey, stick shiftin’ the bongo
and dingdongin’ a perky
but those are metas
taught me not to hold vendettas
and rise to be the betta
mary jo, i feel like chicken soup
this been cookin’ for a while
been sittin’ below the pooch
underd-gg-n’ with a smile
don’t worry, i won’t get old and just forget
first thing imma do is put some gold around your neck momma (chains)

[verse 3 – kallaway]
yeah
ma i said we made it, and now i’m reminiscin’
back to birthday cakes and merry christmas
cause the holidays, went to h-lla dizzy
and i runaway, cause i’m h-lla busy
and the runaway models, getting’ h-lla frisky
and someday momma, and i know your picky
she sophisticated, and she insist we dated
you get the gist, but she the sh-t, i’m elevated
she like a medication, but you the doc
scribble prescripts since i was 6, but she the cop
and she a good one, cause she just took me
but mary jo you sip merlot so why you lookin crooked
and why you lookin scary, why you lookin sad
don’t you know she just wants to be a daughter to you and dad
i know we worked for this, i know we sacrificed
but mary jo you are my momma, and you saved my life, twice, yeah (i love you momma)

- kallaway

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