Miss Lorrie Songtext
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Dear Miss Lorrie, sweet Miss Lorrie
Now I'm getting booked but it started out with Othory
I told you that I would make it, I told you to never worry
You told me I be the greatest, I show em like it's Missouri
For yo birthday I'mma send you to the south of France
For all them miracles you made with them pots and pans
I know you made it look easy but let's not pretend
Now I'm a parent and I know about B ins
For all them late nights she was prayin
Dear Miss Lorrie, sweet Miss Lorrie
Now I'm getting booked but it started out with Othory
I told you that I would make it, I told you to never worry
You told me I be the greatest, I show em like it's Missouri
For yo birthday I'mma send you to the south of France
For all them miracles you made with them pots and pans
I know you made it look easy but let's not pretend
Now I'm a parent and I know about B ins
For all them late nights she was prayin
I feel like you had a certain connection, I'm just sayin
The greatest you could do for your son was show him God
And showing him the importance of what the heart, hold on
One grab, 3 boys, watching Bruce Leroy
Karate Kid and Van Damme movies, shit we ain't need toys
To watch us play around the house was a sweet joy
To my cline and we line like it's Detroit
Hit the mall, do some window shopping
I swear, I would look at you like a hero
The way you could take 20 dollars and stretch it out like a limo
Our life was above average, financially it was billowed down
Uh, I'll probly never understand
Using my pen to make sure that you never work again
Whether they think I'm blessed or lucky like rap ory
They tellin me that they love me
I tell em it's Miss Lorrie, hold up
My whole life I always wanted to be something you'd be proud of, something you could talk about
Can't brag to your friends bout a high school dropout You was throwing up prayers, I was throwing gang signs
Tripping round the city with my pants below my waist line
But your love, your love brought me home
Even Seth got killed, Craig's still gone
And he don't get home until 2015
Basically what I'm saying, you the reason it wasn't me
I promise you Mrs. Moody, I'll bring you a grand daughter
That's the way that I say thank you for the way that I've been brought up
The greatest woman ever whenever your name brought up
In the Beverly senate, going in it and tear the mall up oh yea
Yea
Man
Aye mom
I don't know how you did it, for real
4 kids, pops was always gone working his ass off
Tryina provide for us
Shit, we ain't had no money
We ain't missed a beat though, you know?
Ya'll always taught us that we had each other
That's really all we needed for a good time, right?
I remember having Sunday
Everybody would come to our house, you know
Good food, good music
Remember I used to beat you out to the mail box?
Get my report card before ya'll can get to it
It would never come
I used to act like I had no clue
And ya'll always ended up getting anywhere, I didn't even know where I was
You shimmer like that
The greatest you could do for your son was show him God
And showing him the importance of what the heart, hold on
One grab, 3 boys, watching Bruce Leroy
Karate Kid and Van Damme movies, shit we ain't need toys
To watch us play around the house was a sweet joy
To my cline and we line like it's Detroit
Hit the mall, do some window shopping
I swear, I would look at you like a hero
The way you could take 20 dollars and stretch it out like a limo
Our life was above average, financially it was billowed down
Uh, I'll probly never understand
Using my pen to make sure that you never work again
Whether they think I'm blessed or lucky like rap ory
They tellin me that they love me
I tell em it's Miss Lorrie, hold up
My whole life I always wanted to be something you'd be proud of, something you could talk about
Can't brag to your friends bout a high school dropout You was throwing up prayers, I was throwing gang signs
Tripping round the city with my pants below my waist line
But your love, your love brought me home
Even Seth got killed, Craig's still gone
And he don't get home until 2015
Basically what I'm saying, you the reason it wasn't me
I promise you Mrs. Moody, I'll bring you a grand daughter
That's the way that I say thank you for the way that I've been brought up
The greatest woman ever whenever your name brought up
In the Beverly senate, going in it and tear the mall up oh yea
Yea
Man
Aye mom
I don't know how you did it, for real
4 kids, pops was always gone working his ass off
Tryina provide for us
Shit, we ain't had no money
We ain't missed a beat though, you know?
Ya'll always taught us that we had each other
That's really all we needed for a good time, right?
I remember having Sunday
Everybody would come to our house, you know
Good food, good music
Remember I used to beat you out to the mail box?
Get my report card before ya'll can get to it
It would never come
I used to act like I had no clue
And ya'll always ended up getting anywhere, I didn't even know where I was
You shimmer like that
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