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SORRY MOM Video (MV)




Performed By: Stona G
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Alexander McFarlane-Sweeney




Stona G - SORRY MOM Lyrics




This call will be recorded and monitored. I have a collect call from an inmate at County Detention Facility
Hello
Hello
Hello

Hello
My worst enemy is myself Me and myself still clashing
My mumsy tryna figure out where she went wrong tryna ask me what happened
Serving like butler but the T still wanna do gymnastics

I don't know about you but I think tough love is a form of passion
If I was a hero I still wouldn't risked my life for the masses
Cause when you got zero no one cares when shit gets drastic
Money and survival tactics, that's all I learned

The world got a smile that's plastic, just watch it burn
Baby mum's wishing for a daughter instead I gave her a son
I'm just tryna be a real good father cause we don't run this T for fun
As a little youth never had no order, gotta thank God never had no gun

Smoke so much until I look mawga but I'ma live till 91
Thy kingdom come, treat that stick like a magic wand
When no one could fix my problems me and money had a sacred bond
26 years young, not many see that where I'm from

My heart got stitched, got frozen lungs and life's a bitch, I'ma give that bun
Found me a beat, now I found my purpose
Got locked up, now I'm feeling nervous
Land of the free, not for me, they overwork us

Mind what you see on TV, it's a circus
Don't let the government come try to trick you or try to take you for idiot
I don't even trust myself, how could I trust in the media
Time for us to break that silence, think that we need new leaders

My bro just need some guidance but he got misdemeanours
All about my goals like FIFA, you know I'm a bro-bro's keeper
My worst enemy is myself, me and myself so clashing

Serving like butler but the T still wanna do gymnastics
I don't know about you but I think tough love is a form of passion
My worst enemy is myself, me and myself still clashing
My mumsy tryna figure out where she went wrong tryna ask me what happened

Serving like butler but her T's still want to do gymnastics
I don't know about you but I think tough love is a form of passion
I'm on a jail call while your mother crying
She ain't understand you had to ride

It was him or you, it was do or die
Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call
I'm on a jail call
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This call will be recorded and monitored. I have a collect call from an inmate at County Detention Facility
Hello
Hello
Hello

Hello
My worst enemy is myself Me and myself still clashing
My mumsy tryna figure out where she went wrong tryna ask me what happened
Serving like butler but the T still wanna do gymnastics

I don't know about you but I think tough love is a form of passion
If I was a hero I still wouldn't risked my life for the masses
Cause when you got zero no one cares when shit gets drastic
Money and survival tactics, that's all I learned

The world got a smile that's plastic, just watch it burn
Baby mum's wishing for a daughter instead I gave her a son
I'm just tryna be a real good father cause we don't run this T for fun
As a little youth never had no order, gotta thank God never had no gun

Smoke so much until I look mawga but I'ma live till 91
Thy kingdom come, treat that stick like a magic wand
When no one could fix my problems me and money had a sacred bond
26 years young, not many see that where I'm from

My heart got stitched, got frozen lungs and life's a bitch, I'ma give that bun
Found me a beat, now I found my purpose
Got locked up, now I'm feeling nervous
Land of the free, not for me, they overwork us

Mind what you see on TV, it's a circus
Don't let the government come try to trick you or try to take you for idiot
I don't even trust myself, how could I trust in the media
Time for us to break that silence, think that we need new leaders

My bro just need some guidance but he got misdemeanours
All about my goals like FIFA, you know I'm a bro-bro's keeper
My worst enemy is myself, me and myself so clashing

Serving like butler but the T still wanna do gymnastics
I don't know about you but I think tough love is a form of passion
My worst enemy is myself, me and myself still clashing
My mumsy tryna figure out where she went wrong tryna ask me what happened

Serving like butler but her T's still want to do gymnastics
I don't know about you but I think tough love is a form of passion
I'm on a jail call while your mother crying
She ain't understand you had to ride

It was him or you, it was do or die
Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call

Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call
Pick up I'm on a jail call
I'm on a jail call
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Writer: Alexander McFarlane-Sweeney
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