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Uh

Look at me, mama

Finally global, finally sober

Gotta hit my knees, God please

Could you keep on looking after me?

And it ain't as bad as it seems, we turn dreams 'to reality

Ma, your son done did it, could you please just relax for me

Paper stacked to ceiling for rainy days, and casualties

And I'ma change my ways, I know I owe you everything

Percocets used to protect my pain when I was 17

I left the house so early, all we ever did is was beef

I figured if I hit the road

you'd finally get to find some peace

And I was sleep when you called me, I'm in Italy with Nari

Wonder if you see Paityn with Paisley's how you saw me

I hope that they learn to love

from you 'cause your's the softest

I know dad never came back, but girl I promise that—

I got your back, I got your back

I know we got our differences

but things was so different then

I took you through hell and back

You been with me through thick and thin

And look at me, mama

Finally global, finally sober

Look at me, mama

Finally sober, finally global

Look at me, mama

I got your back, I got your back, yeah

I got your back, I got your back

Look at me, mama

Finally global, finally sober

Look at me, mama

Finally, oh

Look at me, mama

Oh, look at me, mama, uh

Look at me, mama

Finally global, finally sober