作词 : Jason Mills/Sevyn Streeter
作曲 : Jason Mills/Sevyn Streeter
Rather feed my soul, rather be in love
Rather be a daydreamer, rather be a real one
In the backseat, Maybach with the driver
Movin' like a tractor now, gotta stay in low-low
I'd rather live lawless with a lil' *****
That I buy a lot of **** even though it's on discount
Rather be a poor man with a lil' affection
Everybody wanna feel special
I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as **** and all alone
I'd rather be hand-to-hand, I just can't do it on my own
I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside
Ooh
I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as **** and all alone
'Cause how I'm gon' pay my bail if no one's pickin' up the phone?
I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside
Ooh
I could be difficult sometimes
But that come from the eagle in this mind of mine
My self-esteem could make a nigga emo
The hate could come from love and baby, we know
I'm my only lover, I'm my only friend
Working on my flaws, I think I'm clocking in
I'm my only weakness
I hope I'm off on the weekends
I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as **** and all alone
I'd rather be hand-to-hand, I just can't do it on my own
I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside
Ooh
I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as **** and all alone
'Cause how I'm gon' pay my bail if no one's pickin' up the phone?
I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside
Ooh
Sometimes
Even when it's
Mm, ego
We know
Don't ask if I need a tissue
I don't need no ****in' tissue
These ain't tears, they're just something in my eye
So please don't press the issue
Please don't press no buttons
One of these things for self-destruction
Forgot which one, I ain't read instructions
That right there is the key to my suffering
Mama ain't home, five years old
Blue schools raised me, Cheerios saved me
Porno stepfather hid is what changed me
He ain't do a good job, he was too lazy
While I was in daycare
I was in Jay care
No lacefront
This truth, no fake hair
I wish you ain't had me at nineteen
I'd probably grow up better
I wish you would talk to me nicely
I probably would love better
I wish you would read to me every night
I probably would read more
And all of this pain on my back
Gon' have me lookin' like Igor
I put all the hurt in this art of mine
Yeah, it's one more thing on my mind
Just maybe a couple of lullabies
Was all that I needed to fight all the demons
My spirit is beatin', let's pray
Father God, I am just learning how to pray—bear with me
First, I thank you for the life of everything here with me
Then I thank you for the love you give me, why?
I don't know, I don't deserve it and it hurts inside
Many nights I cried and called your name out loud
I didn't call you when I was doing good, too proud
And still, you gave me love, I wasn't used to that
Most of the people that gave me love ended up takin' it back
It's something new to me
So I'm askin' you for time to adjust
Let me make it there, I will be one you can trust
What I stand for, I put my life on, I do
I guess what I'm asking is
Show me how to stand for you
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby
And if that lullaby don't work
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
