Artist: Imran Mandani
Mix tape: Rhyme Dilation
Track: Baby Boy
Instrumental: Eric Sermon - Just Like Music
Copyright: 2012 - 2013
(Movie: The Labyrinth, audio sample)
I hate you, I hate you. Someone take me away from this awful place. Take this child of mine far away from me.
(Verse 1)
It’s a miracle isn’t it?
A child is a blessing but it could also feel like a curse
She keeps a picture of her baby boy in the sleeve of her purse
She's working as a waitress, but she wants to be a nurse
She got a full time job with her kid so the stress only gets worse
Having to deal with birth at a young age
And like her skin tight jeans her kid sticks to her like a roll of duct tape
Life on the road trying to find that milk bottle in the trunk space
Shortie got a whole lot of baggage and she feels like her luck changed
Living paycheck to paycheck till its payday
And she likes to party at the club till the dawn till the day breaks
Though I know she got kicked out her mom's house
She likes to talk like she walked out
So when I pick her up we go n’ make the car bounce
She likes it doggie style so my whip is the dog pound
She likes it real wild and rough to take it all out
Cause when you trying to teach your kid to walk and you fall down
Look at the picture of your kid in the sleeve of your purse
And let it be the inspiration that you need in this world
(Hook)
I know that you feel like giving up
But you don’t have to feel ashamed (no, no)
Don’t you let em make you feel like you
Made a mistake (no, no)
Repeat line 1: (no, no) (no, no)
(Verse 2)
She tells me that her little baby boy means more than life
But she never knew a little bundle of joy could make her horrified
Maybe to her it didn't seem so apparent
That having a child doesn't always make you a parent
She walking the line between being carefree and being careless
She holds her little baby boy up to her bare breasts
Though she's a mom, she ain't there yet
Still in her youth, and she got her Baby Phat
Shoes with the matching carry bag in cherry black
Apple bottoms and high heels on
To look a little taller cause she five feet tall
I say sweetie don't you worry cause you larger than life
But she keeps, bawling her eyes, out, cause it gets, harder in life, now
I’m trying to give her all the advice, pillow talk all of the night
Miss you have what it takes, you’re not mistaken
You want to be a nurse? Learn from your little boy about patience
He needs you to make it and for a little motivation
Look at the picture of her baby boy in the sleeve of your purse
And let it be the inspiration that you need in this world
(Verse 3)
Her little baby boy is an angel but he puts his mom through hell
She'd rather rot in hell then to hear him sob and yell
Maybe that's the way that he begs her
For attention, but college and a job makes her head hurt
Trying to teach her baby to walk is whole lot of legwork
He wants to play when she wants to rest so it’s stressful
She wants to make him feel special
Especially since her baby daddy left her
But sometimes she puts her friends first
Cause being popular gets in the way of her being responsible
And when she can’t get her baby boy to respond to her
Then a thought occurs in her thoughts that she’s got a lot to learn
Instead of being concerned
With having a lot to prove cause she’s gotten burned
She's on the verge of taking all her hurt
Out on her baby boy and turning him into Oliver
Twist () she tells me that she can't pay to support this kid
Cause her work () doesn't pay big, that's when I give her the biggest tip
Look at the picture of your baby boy in the sleeve of your purse
And let it be the inspiration that you need in this world
Being a full time mother is thee highest paying job; since the payment is pure love.
Mix tape: Rhyme Dilation
Track: Baby Boy
Instrumental: Eric Sermon - Just Like Music
Copyright: 2012 - 2013
(Movie: The Labyrinth, audio sample)
I hate you, I hate you. Someone take me away from this awful place. Take this child of mine far away from me.
(Verse 1)
It’s a miracle isn’t it?
A child is a blessing but it could also feel like a curse
She keeps a picture of her baby boy in the sleeve of her purse
She's working as a waitress, but she wants to be a nurse
She got a full time job with her kid so the stress only gets worse
Having to deal with birth at a young age
And like her skin tight jeans her kid sticks to her like a roll of duct tape
Life on the road trying to find that milk bottle in the trunk space
Shortie got a whole lot of baggage and she feels like her luck changed
Living paycheck to paycheck till its payday
And she likes to party at the club till the dawn till the day breaks
Though I know she got kicked out her mom's house
She likes to talk like she walked out
So when I pick her up we go n’ make the car bounce
She likes it doggie style so my whip is the dog pound
She likes it real wild and rough to take it all out
Cause when you trying to teach your kid to walk and you fall down
Look at the picture of your kid in the sleeve of your purse
And let it be the inspiration that you need in this world
(Hook)
I know that you feel like giving up
But you don’t have to feel ashamed (no, no)
Don’t you let em make you feel like you
Made a mistake (no, no)
Repeat line 1: (no, no) (no, no)
(Verse 2)
She tells me that her little baby boy means more than life
But she never knew a little bundle of joy could make her horrified
Maybe to her it didn't seem so apparent
That having a child doesn't always make you a parent
She walking the line between being carefree and being careless
She holds her little baby boy up to her bare breasts
Though she's a mom, she ain't there yet
Still in her youth, and she got her Baby Phat
Shoes with the matching carry bag in cherry black
Apple bottoms and high heels on
To look a little taller cause she five feet tall
I say sweetie don't you worry cause you larger than life
But she keeps, bawling her eyes, out, cause it gets, harder in life, now
I’m trying to give her all the advice, pillow talk all of the night
Miss you have what it takes, you’re not mistaken
You want to be a nurse? Learn from your little boy about patience
He needs you to make it and for a little motivation
Look at the picture of her baby boy in the sleeve of your purse
And let it be the inspiration that you need in this world
(Verse 3)
Her little baby boy is an angel but he puts his mom through hell
She'd rather rot in hell then to hear him sob and yell
Maybe that's the way that he begs her
For attention, but college and a job makes her head hurt
Trying to teach her baby to walk is whole lot of legwork
He wants to play when she wants to rest so it’s stressful
She wants to make him feel special
Especially since her baby daddy left her
But sometimes she puts her friends first
Cause being popular gets in the way of her being responsible
And when she can’t get her baby boy to respond to her
Then a thought occurs in her thoughts that she’s got a lot to learn
Instead of being concerned
With having a lot to prove cause she’s gotten burned
She's on the verge of taking all her hurt
Out on her baby boy and turning him into Oliver
Twist () she tells me that she can't pay to support this kid
Cause her work () doesn't pay big, that's when I give her the biggest tip
Look at the picture of your baby boy in the sleeve of your purse
And let it be the inspiration that you need in this world
Being a full time mother is thee highest paying job; since the payment is pure love.
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