Texty:
Mother Mother Heart Heavy

heart heavy Heart heavy Heart heavy When I see lovers in the rain Under the same umbrella In a picture frame I don't get heart heavy Heart heavy Heart heavy

I never had a damned thing At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring 'Cos in the ghetto, Santa ain't got a dime Your mother's standin' in the

[Intro: Eminem] good morning Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my

aintcha, mad at me I'm so happy to see, That you stopped yo life to watch mine, Yeah you see it fool, Snoops everywhere, Itlay I'm heavy there, Did

been the kind for beggin' and pleadin' But I can tell by your hazy smile All of his lies you've been finding are heavy on your mind He broke your heart

in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God Big Pun will be here, forever We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin

and then blew it at Wal-Mart On a jacket, a pistol, and a packet of blow darts If you enter my skull, you gonna need a strong heart Strong art, the heart

an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother f**kers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother f**kers

through tortoise shell Gazelle 650's, I'm feelin' like I'm makin' a sales pitch My head already so heavy, it's makin' the scales tip I got my own pressure and got everyone else's I'm rehabilitated, still feelin' rebellious Candidate of heart