Tell Mama, all about it Tell Mama, what you need Tell Mama, what you want And I'll make everything alright You thought you'd found a good girl One to love you and give you the world Now you find that you've been misused Talk to me, I'll do what you

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door? Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin,

Fallin' for nobody else but you Now I'm flyin' high, but I've got a feelin' I'm fallin' Mama, you caught my eye and I've got a feelin' I'm fallin' Show me the ring and I'll jump right through I used to travel single-o; we chanced to mingle-o Now I'm

We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna

E be she dey gimme hang over eh eh My mama give me leg over eh eh She dey come gimme game over Me I go chop all the wash eh As long as you give me my portion Baby make you no dey rush eh

Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Our song is a slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song

Get my migo on the phone Yeah my migo one call away, he'll pull a I ain't playing with these niggas Pull the chopper start spraying on these niggas, pull a Young niggas dying every night Young niggas mama crying every night Make sure call Rel I swear to

así niegas a Cristo y te lavas las manos como si nada Quien se niega a sí mismo y reniega de tanta felicidad No se quiere a sí mismo y se atreve a negar hasta a su mamá Te atreves a dudar que existe un dios Si en tu rostro mi nombre se te ve Si alguien

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be