Letra de 'Mommy' de Kota The Friend

You ain't gotta change
You ain't gotta play the game
Why you want to be like everybody else?
Boy, get your belt
Either that, or I'ma get it for you
I better see some good grades or I'ma put it on you
You insecure and it don't make sense
You cute, smart, funny and skilled
I know some people that would kill for your talent
But you tripping over shit we can't afford
This recession time
Better count your blessings, slime
You know how we living
You be eating at your auntie's
She got food up in her kitchen
It won't be this way forever
But right now that's how it is
And if I could get you everything
Shit, I probably would
Then again I wouldn't
'Cause it wouldn't do you good
You better than a Yankee fitted
You better than some Uptowns
You better than your bad decisions

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

You remind me of your dad
'Cause you ain't shit
Every day you in this class
And your grades shit
Dumb nigga, what the fuck is going on?
Is you stupid, what is you doing?
Why I let 'em hit it raw?
I feel sorry for the both of us
And I don't even mean to hurt your feelings
I'm sorry, I'm just going through it
Let's go and get those Jordans you wanted
'Cause I can spend a few hundred
My son the flyest nigga in the school
Never see him in no off-brand
You know I'ma put you in them Gucci's for the fall dance
I been working late
'Cause I gotta get this money
Overtime so you won't be out here looking bummy
I'll be damned
We gon' be the freshest if I got to run a scam
We don't even conversate with broke ones
If the fit wack, then you show these niggas no love
'Bout to hit the club for the night
Here hold something

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you

I wish I had a mommy
I wish I had some clean clothes
I wish I had a family that gave a fuck
I wish I had a bed
I wish my shit was stable
'Cause I'm trying to go to college
And they pick you if your grades is up
My surrogate a crack addict
My sperm donor got out of prison, he back at it
I'm A.D.D., malnutritioned and asthmatic
I'm constantly the target of bullies that have status
And it's overwhelming
But I'm the first one at the school though
And when I have kids they gon' always have the new clothes
When I graduate
I'm gon' get up out the hood
Even though I hate my father, put a million on his books
I don't give a fuck, everybody laughing at my clothes
I don't give a fuck, niggas won't be laughing anymore
When I'm rich as fuck
And I'ma be there for my kids
I'ma make sure they ain't never gotta live the way I've did, nah

Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set
Sun gon' rise, sun gon' shine, sun gon' set on you