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Mama said it won't be easy
And now I'm down to my last three dollars
I used to think I was the biggest baller
And like I said, I'm down to my last dollar
Where is the American Dream when I need it the most?
Lord knows I'm in trouble
My struggles made me humble
Every breath is a struggle
Lord knows I'm in trouble
I'm too deep in this pit
I'm running out of bridges to burn
I'm too old for this shit
I'm running out of lessons to learn
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble
Ooh, Lord knows I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble
Ooh, he knows all about my struggles
I know I fucked up and I bury myself too deep
Oh mama, come and rescue me
And I bury myself too deep
Oh mama, come and rescue me
Oh mama, dear mama
Please forgive me
I need you more than ever
I need a shelter
I thought it was right
But it was wrong
Mama, I wanna come home
Mama, I wanna come home
Mama I wanna come home
Mama, I'm coming home
Mama, I'm coming home
Oh mama, I'm coming home
Mama, I'm coming home
Please let me redeem myself
Please let me make amends
And please let me redeem myself
And please let me make amends
Oh mama, I miss you
But you know that I always love you
I know I've done wrong and it's been too long
But your son's on his way back home
I know I've done wrong and it's been too long
But your son's on his way back home
Your son's on his way back home...
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