Upcoming Concerts for Aminé
Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Vocals
Sing Harlem
Background Vocals
Charlie Wilson
Vocals
Joyce Wrice
Vocals
Odie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Madison Appleby Stewart
Songwriter
Phil Hotz
Songwriter
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Odunayo Ekunboyejo
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pasqué
Producer
Morning Estrada
Recording Engineer
Irving Gadoury
Recording Engineer
Milan Beker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brock Grenfell
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
John Bruington
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Mama, uh-huh
Mama
Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama
Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama
Uh, I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama
Look where I'm at mommy, who woulda knew
Sometimes, I miss the days where you'd take me to school
Used to promise when I'm rich that I would get your favorite whip
You was my lift before the lift, so you deserve you a coupe
Twenty plus years at the post office
You was working graveyard shifts for the both of us
You deserve a long vacation, a standing ovation
And shout out Ms. Bekele for the genius notations
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you could smile when it plays
I'ma take you to the Grammy's in a yellow suit
Put ya in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do
My number one fan, I'm your number one man
When I thought that I couldn't, you told me that I can
Mama, uh-huh
Mama
Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama
Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama
Uh, I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
First year I moved out, I was strugglin' (true)
Didn't wanna tell 'cause I know that you be worryin' (yeah)
You told me, "Go back to college," but I went back to Cali (woah)
Had to celebrate a couple birthdays without me (yeah)
Whooped my ass, so I had to learn the harder way (yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' nigga, of course I was a balegē (yeah)
Would never tell you one lie, okay, maybe one lie (woah)
You my favorite person, let's go 'head and make the song cry
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you could smile when it plays
You my idol and the one that I need (yeah)
Best cook, best looks, you support all my dreams
Look, I'm thankful to be your son, it's my honor
Tonight I wanna quote Tupac: "Dear mama"
Mama, uh-huh
Mama
Yeah, yeah, I'm singin', mama
Ah yeah, yeah, that's my mama
Uh, I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my ma-ma-ma-mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama (I do this shit for my)
Mama (can't lie to my)
Mama (I gotta cry for my)
Ma-ma-ma-mama
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me
Writer(s): Adam Amine Daniel, Irvin Mejia, Odunayo Ayomikun Alani Ekunboyejo, Phil Hotz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com