Mother Talk by WavyPhoenix636 - Zona

Mother Talk

Mother Talk

WavyPhoenix636

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

My mind keep going, the time keep going, I gotta focus

We not together but I hope we get right back in motion

I hope at night you sleep alone and ain’t no one you holdin’

Holdin’ grudges, having issues with your energy open

I vibe with these shorties, don’t love these shorties, was in the moment

I was mad at what you did, I ain’t really just decode it (Yeah)

I was mad at what you did, I ain’t really decode it

I vibe with these shorties, don’t love these shorties, was in the moment

Momma said, “Don’t judge no woman straight up off her past”

“‘Cause if things were like that, then I wouldn’t have had yo’ ass”

“Just so long as she hold you down and got lots of class” (Lots of class)

“Boy, good things is rare, better go get that” (Go get that, yeah)

“Better go get that, boy, good things is rare, better go get that” (Rare, better go get that)

What? I said, “Mom, I ain’t goin’ back, I ain’t lost that”

And besides, I know bro linked with that (Yeah)

And bro linked with that (Yeah), and bro linked with that (Yeah)

And bro linked with that

Momma, we rich, can you believe a fella that’s poor linked with that?

She said, “Hold up, watch your mouth, you need to show respect” (Show respect)

I said, “Lady, I ain’t do nothin’, just throwin’ facts”

She said, “Boy, I wouldn’t care if your whole crew linked with that” (That)

“‘Cause that’s your girl, and you do not go no tic for tac”

“Me and God got yo’ back, grandma got yo’ back” (Got yo’ back)

I said, “Grandma got my back, but barely got a back”

Forever hold these conversations, they can’t bury that

[Verse 2]

These fellas reachin’ in and old shorties keep reachin’ out

My condo reekin’ email sayin’ they gon’ kick me out

I don’t receive ‘em, I slam my door just to air out

Freeze my ring like I’m teethin’, to me, boy, you would never amount

Yeah, you too young, you just started breathing

What you know ‘bout Kevin Lyles, what you know ‘bout Devin Miles

I’m stronger than AJ Styles, man, I’m lookin’ past the sky

I’m so high, I make the clouds

You just tryna take my style, got me lookin’ like a clown

You fellas, y’all livin’ foul, you fellas, y’all sharing fouls

You fellas, y’all share a house, tell me, what is that about? (You too young)

Used to go to Ryan’s house, that was on the weekends

Used to climb on countertops, because we stand like 3’10”

It was early in the morning, probably just like 3:10 (Damn)

Didn’t see you in a minute, but I hope you found someone by now (Hahaha, sike, nah)

Yeah, you can close your mouth, you can wipe that shock off

Wet diamonds in my teeth all way ‘til I get lockjaw

Diamonds in my teeth, they shine so bright, she can’t see

Black diamonds all in my molars, lookin’ like cavities

You ain’t even on my team, but you still embarrass me

I’ma let you hold the chain, lookin’ at yo’ clarity

Now you ain’t lookin’ too good, lookin’ like a charity

I can tell you was fake, lookin’ like a parody

I said, “This is L

Details

GeneratedApr 22, 2026

Duration3:12

LanguageEnglish

Style

Moody, melodic trap/cloud-rap —dark, airy, late-night beat with introspective energy, chipmunk sample beat.

Credits

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WavyPhoenix636

ModelAria v5.5

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