"Mum's Son" lyrics

"Mum's Son"

Knew that she was there

Now my mum, she played both roles, she made me who I am
And if I could, I wouldn't change it, 'cause it turnt me to a man
She wouldn't miss a game and anytime I played, I knew that she was there
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I'm sorry for the times I had you upset
Knew you never thought I'd be this way when me and Mali had the bunkbeds
I'm sorry for the dumb stress
And every tear you've shedded, it's embedded in my head
It really broke me when you told me you don't wanna see me dead

And every wrong I make, I know that you're the one to understand
Before I used to leave your hugs, they were as tight as rubber bands
I know you're proud of who I am, my loyalty, you told me that
You told me, "Watch out for my friends and all the ones that hold me back"

You don't support it but you hear it
Why I love you, mother dearest
Taught me morals and the rest
To have a clean heart and respect
Remember times you wouldn't rest and I would come in late from stepping
But you always had a clue, even searched me for a weapon

Mum, I'm sorry, I can't say it enough
For all the times they had your boy up in cuffs
And you weren't changing the love
And I can't say it enough
I'll do anything to make you smile
You'll ask me for a little but you know I'll go the extra mile

Now when it comes to you
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do
There ain't a thing that I would change
Mum, you're perfect how it is
And I'm sorry for them nights when I was out there shooting pipes
And not once did you deny, you always said, "That's my kid"

Never once did your love done
I'll say it proud, I'm my mum's son
She never likes when I give lump sums
When it gets hard, blud, I can't run
And all the effort—know it can't done
What can I say? 'Cause I'm my mum's son

I know you'll never change up, 'cause you taught me that
And even when you wouldn't have it, found a way and brought me that
I'm sorry for the times when I would say I'm at a friend's
When I was really with a phone and I was trappin' out the ends
And you would phone bro like, "Where's T? I can't sleep"
"I'm sorry aunty but I dunno, he ain't with me, he ain't answering me neither
But I'm sure that he's all good"
Bro's lying for me, he was with me there up out the hood

All the stress and all the pain, and yet you still love me the same
This shit's fucked up, so many times I broke my mum's trust
Gun tucked, still give her a hug before I hop out
Taught me put my all in—why d'you think I ain't a cop out?
I remember when I first got nicked
And every time after that
To stop me seeing the tears, you put your head in your hands
And nothing beats it 'cause it's pure—you know it's mum's love
And you know that it's different when you're mad and get your mum's hugs

Now when it comes to you
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do
There ain't a thing that I would change
Mum, you're perfect how it is
And I'm sorry for them nights when I was out there shooting pipes
And not once did you deny, you always said, "That's my kid"
Never once did your love done
I'll say it proud, I'm my mum's son
She never likes when I give lump sums
When it gets hard, blud, I can't run
And all the effort—know it can't done
What can I say? 'Cause I'm my mum's son


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