Trippin’ lyrics

[Hook]
She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin'
Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin'
You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin'
Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen
She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin'
Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin'
You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin'
Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen

[Verse 1]
Caught up with the drinking, while she thinking
Her son's clothes stinking, marijuana Oder, brain shrinking
He plays that boom bap boom boom boom smack
Over the head, would make him listen to things I once said
Study, study, study, f*ck a f*ck buddy, buddy
You'll be dressing cruddy for the rest of your damn near life
Pick up the pencil, yes you have the potential, up in ya mental
To pedal and achieve a lovely house with wife
He retaliates, hates what I'd like to create
Would rather go skate, get baked, dig threw these damn so called crates
He's concealing his fate, I can't take it
Threw these halls I be pacing, waiting, hoping, he changes this mind-state
Losing hair, stressed, he don't care
Can tell by his glare, was once my little boy now I'm scared
He's so unaware, I am always there but it's useless
Like a 3 legged chair, he's beyond repair