I'm Sorry Mama MP3 Song by Leadbelly from the album Important Recordings: 1934-1949 (Disc 1). Download I'm Sorry Mama song on Gaana.com and listen.
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Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones There you go Yeah Yo yo Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet One More Time I said I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet And I dont know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months My faggit father must've had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I try to make it work With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet One More Time I said I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha! Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing Going through public housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma? But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha* See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong Bitch, do this song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet One More Time I said I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha! Popular Right Now
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Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones There you go Yeah, yo, yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you momma? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now Related
I'm sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time
I said, I'm sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet
Ha, I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye? No I don't on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die Check Out
I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human But I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun 'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'
I'm sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time
I said, I'm sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet
Now, I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma? But guess what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom ![]()
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be
I'm sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time
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