Lyrics
Hi mom, this' a letter from Swing to you.
I heard a voice from the lord, its a thing to do.
I miss your kisses and your hugs
and yes i cry.
I wanna be the man you made me
and yes i try.
Everyday i feel the pain and I’m struggling.
You told me leave that shit alone, stop juggling.
But the music, business, it’s the same.
I got fans, they be yelling: «He spits the flame.»
See, I’m trying to focus, but damn it’s hard.
When I’m in the mic booth, I just ram it hard.
I saw a lot of good times, but most was bad.
And I swear to god, i wish i was close to dead.
Thank god you' still here.
So I can get that hug.
Thank god you' still here.
So I can show you love.
(Cuz' my mommy is number one)
That’s right from my heath, yo.
She number one (one).
And I know I change a lot, just wait and see.
Thank you for the loving you gave to me.
Everything you told me then: Made sense.
Very strong woman, lots of patience.
I did a lot of wrongs and lots of rights.
Thats why i left home, cuz' of lots of fights.
The watch on my hand told me: «It's that time.»
Grow up and be a man, doggy.
Make that climb.
It’s my time, I’ts my live, yeah.
You know.
You saying to yourself: «Swing don’t worry, you’ll grow.»
I finne do my thing, see I’m just a fire.
I shake you right now, momma.
Thats allright.
My mind is really right.
I’m diggin it.
Me and E. be in the lab.
Just kickin' it.
I write the way I live for you
and you lovin' it.
A new approach to the game.
Ain’t no thuggin' it
But when they cross that line.
I smack they face.
I’m getting wanted and join them back in place.
Yo, moms I love you and that’s for real.
'Till i die then it’s the same thing and thats the deal.
(Mommy)
(Mommy)
Yo, she number one (one).
(Mommy)
(Oh mommy)
Yo, she number one (one).
Number one (one).