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- My mom’s lived life for me
She’s asking who I’ll be
I’m tryin’a make a call
She answers. Rock’n’roll
I’m not afraid to fall, that’s cause of all
Things that she’s done, and she would run
If I were alone, and she would call
And she would say, “son, rock’n’roll’
And when you grow you already know
That life’s not long, not song, not rock’n’roll
It doesn’t glow, it’s like a flow, it takes you on and then it’s over
Then you’re rolling, you’re disturbing
Your mom’s enduring.
She taught you foreign language
She taught how to cook sandwich, not to
Fall in love with that bitch. Tell me
What she didn’t teach you. When I’m
Kidding when I’m glitching
My mom waits in the kitchen
And she’s ready to explode
Like a bomb, to light my road
She knows my code, she knows my blood,
How to avoid my overload.
She didn’t sleep at night because
I was unsatisfied when I lost my fight
An’ I really tried not to lie
Yes, you’re right, almost fired
Deeply tired, not admired.
Basically I even cried.
I didn’t know where to hide.
But my mom was around
When I was lying on the ground
She told me once: “Son, stand up.
You can’t afford to miss up this chance”.
CHORUS
Ma-ah-ma
You lived life for me
Ma-ah-ma
You’re asking who I’ll be
Ma-ah-ma
I’m tryin’a make a call
Ma-ah-ma
You answered. Rock’n’roll
You checked my homework
Seemed I was jerk, but I was locked
Inside my dreams where I was rocked
Because of queens. That’s what I talked about
Of course mistakes are not allowed
But look at me, I’m breathing out.
Just look at me where I’m right now
Just call me if you need me ‘round
The sound I found
Are you proud it gathers crowds?
I’m entertainer, not a clown
But I can wear a bow to make you smile
Between us miles, I feel exiled.
And entire world
Makes me wanna rhyme some words.
Write chords, toy-swords.
Don’t forget I am your guardian
Two katanas, bathrobe, fighting
Air, you look there
It’s not fair to beat air
But now it’s rare, I gave you farewell.
It’s like a spell. I’m like in prison cell.
I tell you I am well. (Don’ worry.)
I’ll sell my music. I’ll buy a house of gold for you.
I’ll buy a plain, a car, a train, an’ I’ll hold the world for you.
Don’t you ever say you never
Wanted have a son who’s clever
I can explain it, though,
Who else can love you so much as I do, mom?
CHORUS
Ma-ah-ma
You lived life for me
Ma-ah-ma
You’re asking who I’ll be
Ma-ah-ma
I’m tryin’a make a call
Ma-ah-ma
You answered. Rock’n’roll
You lived life for me
You’re asking who I’ll be
I’m tryin’a make a call
You answered. Rock’n’roll