Mah's Joint - Jon Bellion, Quincy Jones

Been watching you for months and I’m tryin' to find a way now

To tell you what I’m seeing, it’s heavy on my brain now

It’s only moving faster, you’re only sinking farther

I see it in your eyes now, it’s only getting harder

There’s a house she doesn’t know that you take care of

There’s a light she doesn’t know that you keep on

There’s a «sorry» that you fake to keep her happy

When she thinks she hasn’t seen you in so long

There are things that she’s not able to remember

So I took tonight to put it in a song

That when she meets God, He’ll tell her all about it

When my mother was a mother to her mom

Conversations with the Devil and he’s telling me

What’s the point in making memories

When you can’t even find 'em when you’re 70?

Conversations with my Father and he’s telling me

There’s a point in making memories

'Cause they’ll be even better when we’re heavenly

There’s a house she doesn’t know that you take care of

There’s a light she doesn’t know that you keep on

There’s a «sorry» that you fake to keep her happy

When she thinks she hasn’t seen you in so long

There are things that she’s not able to remember

So I took tonight to put it in a song

That when she meets God, He’ll tell her all about it

When my mother was a mother

When my mother was a mother

When my mother was a mother to her mom

For the mothers who are with us physically

Physically

Mama, mama

Mama, mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama, mama

Mama

Yeah, oh

We doin' it for our mama’s mama’s mama

Give it up y’all for the mothers

Oh, oh, haha

Oh, come on

Tell your mama you love her

Yeah, uh, ooh

Yeah, woo, yeah

Mama, mama

Mama, mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama, mama

Tell your mama you love her

Mama, mama

Tell your mama you love her

Mama, mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama

Mama, mama, mama

Mama, mama, oh

For the mothers who are with us spiritually