Wait, mmm, wait All of your pressure brings Making me questions things I know what you're trying to hear And I wanna say it to you but you need to I'm trying, give me a second I wanna take the time to do what's right 'Cause I can't rush decisions, give

Mama's just a little girl Mama don't know why Time ain't on her side 'Cause mama's just a little girl (mama is just a little girl) Living if she is or not, oh Young mothers (that's right) I feel ya (hey) I know how it is Don't nobody understand

Bright (bright) sunshiny day It's gonna be a bright (bright) I can see clearly now the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way Here is that rainbow I've been praying for Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind Oh, yes I can make it now the pain

Don't you come back I don't hold a grudge I, oh, don't apologize Don't apologize I just know if the feeling's right Don't apologize, mhm-mhm I just know if the feeling's right, hmm I don't care if you say that you're sorry I know she's right

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

Shake your south side People On the right Every single girl All around the world People on the left Now people on the left (Shake your south side) (Please commence shaking your south side) (Diamonds on that beat)

I do this for my kids, my kids, my kids It is what it is, it is, it is Now homey do you dig, do you dig, do you dig? It is what it is, it is, is is Will I ever get it right? get it right? My momma think I'm outta sight, outta sight (understand me!)

Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent E.E. Cummin' on her face, now that's poetry in motion Yeah, Gambino

London in the summer time Call me now use the satellite What could be wetter than An English girl American man Cuss me out and it'll feel all right It's all right now Down and out and it'll sound all right The California animal is a bear Angeleno but the