Исполнитель: Tyler, the Creator

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Песня: Mother
Okay, okay, yeah!
Lennox where the brown boys at,
I can't go over there.
Del Aire where the white boys at,
I don't live over there.
Dody, where the dope boys at?
I won't go over there,
Unless I'm tryna get pressed up, like hair.
White tees, Nike Air is the daily atear, or attire, not mine,
So they just might stare if I'm there,
Walk by in the Pink Ice Airs.
What size? Not mine.
Wouldn't really be a fair fight there, pipe down.
Not scared, dark blue, dark red,
Don't give a fuck there, might die,
Might dare over what you'd wear or won't,
Where niggas from, can't breathe, low air.

So, no, dot call me, nigga, talkin' 'bout bailin' you outta jail because your stupid ass over there stole a **** tryna impress a friend. And I'm a single parent, I've got bills to pay, I'm not tryna bail you outta jail, nigga, 'cause you're stupid as fuck!

Yeah, momma told me not to come over there,
Y'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts
'Cause you shoot and you kill over land you ain't bought,
Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail.
Momma told me not to come over there,
Y'all niggas smoke and you drink 'til it's dark
And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope,
And you rob and you steal, shoot your guns in the air.
Momma told me not to come over there,
Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang,
And you hang and you press little niggas like me,
Outside a area, nobody care.
Momma told me not to come over there,
Y'all with the shits, I was born with a gift,
And if I fall in love, y'all can unwrap it quick,
So I make sure that I'm never present.
Momma told me not to come over there,
That ain't the move and niggas is coons,
And that I'm a real nigga, shit isn't cool,
Said I should never abide by the rules of the street,
Shit is real and it's also not real,
Spray what you claim and fuck up the building,
Spray up the party and rake all the bodies,
Nobody gon' stop 'til somebody get killed.
Momma told me not to come over there,
But that's all y'all knew, the red and the blue,
I liked baby pink at the time,
Homie made sure nobody came to press lines, fine.
Momma told me not to come over there,
But y'all treat me right, y'all handle my fights,
And told me not to ever, ever, ever, ever pick up this life.
I hope I did right.

Father told me nothing, fuck it,
I understand as a man that I wasn't his plan,
Had some other ideas in his head,
I hold no grudges, I heard he a fan.
Pockets hella heavy, healthy, sweet as Betty Crocker,
I wake every morning, gettin' ready,
Happy as a mothafucka, spent five hundred thousand,
Ain't think nothing of it, that must count for something, right?
Life, got the cheese, want a slice?
Got the cheese, where the mice?
With the pussy, what's my vice?
New threads and a bike,
Shit sweet, like rice
With the sugar and the butter, got it from my grandmother,
I ain't like the salt and pepper, lil' nigga from the gutter.
I don't show it, but I know it,
I'm a painter, not a poet,
Get the picture, come together,
Like stitches with a scar.
Daddy gone, I ain't lyin',
That's a bar, yeah, I said it.
Like alarm, now set it,
Like speak, but you read it.
Like bleed.

Momma told me— 1970,
Youngest of seven, it wasn't heavenly,
Home was South Central, school's Beverly,
Brother locked up, sister strung out.
High school president, ran for it,
Had the chance to move out, ran for it,
Love them Africans, met one,
Let him in, when they got the news, he ran for it.
Twenty, I popped out—
I was perfect, she ain't need to plan for it,
Knew I was the future, she was clairvoyant,
Touched me and she catch the hand.
Me and her, we ain't need a man,
College courses with me in her hand,
Asked her why she didn't have a plan B,
She said I wouldn't understand.
Then, she had a daughter, the father had a baby momma,
Causin' problems, momma almost caught a gun charge-uh, 'cause of drama.
Court case, hair gone,
Weight gone, bare bones,
Switched homes, ain't right to me, light for me.
She would always fight for me, yeah, she over-protect,
'Cause she had a momma who got a boyfriend who ain't know how to keep hands to himself.
I was raised in a house full of love,
I was raised on that type of time,
Niggas say, "She did a good job!"
Duh, bitch, I turned out fine!
Duh, bitch, I turned out fine!
Lookin' like him, bitch, I turned out fine
Say what you want, bitch, I turned out fine!
Some niggas fall, but I turned out fine!
Can't have it all, now I have it all,
'Cause I had it all, bitch, I turned out fine!
Can't tell me nun', bitch, I turned out fine!
I am the guy, bitch, I turned out fine!
Look at this house, bitch, I turned out fine!
Look at these kids, I turned out fine!
Look at me, bitches, I turned out fine!
Look at me, bitches, I turned out fine!
Look at me, bitches, I turned out fine!
Look at me, niggas, I turned out fine!
Look at me, bitches, I turned out fine!
Look at me, bitches, I turned out fine!
Mother.

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Ага-ага, да!
На Леннокс тусуют тёмные парни — 1
Мне туда нельзя.
В Дель-Эр тусуют белые парни — 2
Я там не живу.
Доди, где тусуют барыги?
Я туда не пойду,
Разве что захочу убиться, как суицидник...... [открыть перевод]

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