'Cause I remember everything If I could hold back the rain Would you numb the pain If I could help you forget Would you take my regrets Oh, dear mother, I love you I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough Dear father, forgive me 'Cause in your eyes, I just never

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America

(Poo poo poo-poo-poo-poo-poo) (Poo poo poo-poo poo poo poo) I'm just a desperate man I'm a desperate man I said hey, what can I say? Oh hey, I said hey I've seen the Joshua Tree Got down on my knees Threw the Virgin Mother a prayer

Oh gimme that fire Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone Burn, burn, burn And my mother told me son let it be Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody Calling my name oh, lost in the fire Lonely shadows following me Lonely ghosts

You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin'

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

My mother told me, before she passed away Said son when I'm gone don't forget to pray 'Cause there'll be hard times, hard times, oh yeah Who knows better than I? Well, I soon found out, just what she meant When I had to pawn my clothes, just to pay my

I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need your guiding hand If I'm to make it back Oh, make it back, back, back...

Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for President? Mother should I