Momma

Here's that song that you've been asking for

Momma

I know you meant it as a joke, but you deserve this and a hundred more

Momma

And it's so hard to think of words, but here's what I'ma say first

You always love me at my worst, more than I know I deserve

When I was young, actin up and didn't want to go to church

Puttin up with cry-Isaac in the crib, I bet I was the worst

Taught me how to love, in my heart, you will always be first

Thank you ain't enough when talkin bout your name

You raised all of us kids, with hardly ever hearing thanks

Under appreciated, not a thing you'd ever change