

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Uh (Mama…) [Verse 1] I remember cracked plates on that brown small table You were counting coins, praying they’d somehow turn to cable I was out late, chasing what I called a label Came home high, eyes red, heart unstable You said, “Son, this path gonna cost you your soul” I just laughed, slammed doors, said I’m under control Now I stare at old texts that I left on “read” Last thing you wrote: “Where you at? I’m scared” [Chorus] Mama, love, forgive me For the nights I made you pray till your eyes turned empty All the lies I sold you just to feel so risky If I lose this all, will you still come get me? Mama, love, forgive me If I break again, will your arms still fix me? Tried to be a man, but the streets still tricked me Mama, love, forgive me [Verse 2] You were working two shifts, feet swollen in your shoes I was posting fake wins, drowning in the views You were clipping coupons, stretching every bruise I was blowing rent money just to numb the truth Police at the door, you answered in your robe They said my name, you froze in the hallway cold Tears on your cheeks while they checked your room I saw my own shame in your living room [Chorus] Mama, love, forgive me For the nights I made you pray till your eyes turned empty All the lies I sold you just to feel so risky If I lose this all, will you still come get me? Mama, love, forgive me If I break again, will your arms still fix me? Tried to be a man, but the streets still tricked me Mama, love, forgive me [Bridge] I don’t say “I love you” like I’m supposed to Words get stuck in my throat when I phone you (yeah) But every scar I’ve got got your name in the center Every cold dark day, you were my only shelter [Chorus] Mama, love, forgive me For the nights I made you pray till your eyes turned empty All the lies I sold you just to feel so risky If I lose this all, will you still come get me? Mama, love, forgive me If I break again, will your arms still fix me? Tried to be a man, but the streets still tricked me Mama, love, forgive me
Tags
rap, Moody emotional trap beat with warm piano loop and distant vocal chops; male vocals laid bare in the verses, intimate and close-mic. Hook swells with stacked harmonies and a wider stereo field while the low-end grows heavier. Ad-libs tuck behind key lines, giving a confessional, late-night drive energy., sad
2:39
No
3/24/2026