Woorden:
Dear Mom

girl and everybody wanted to slay her She wasn't fond of players Only wanted ballers to spoil her Six figures and camcorders So what you trying to tell me, dear

raise me better But her pleadin' I denied That leaves no one but me to blame 'Cause mama tried Dear old daddy rest his soul Left my mom a heavy load

And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim,

Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2] they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down

Extraterrestrial, runnin' over pedestrians In a spaceship while they screamin' at me, "Let's just be friends" Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to I just found out my mom

Dear darlin', your mom, my friend left a message On my machine she was frantic saying you were talking crazy That you wanted to do away with yourself

, Critically aclaimed, 3 syllable name, Cleaner than mineral water in a criminal vein, Married to the game, dress her in ?veroan?, Shake down to the casquet. chorus: Mom

never came late And never true and his family was picture perfect His older sister was prom queen His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene His mother was Dear

I wanna girl like my dear yea {Tall, slender, brown eyes with the legit like this} [Verse One: Shaq] I wanna girl like my dear, that's my mom dukes Someone