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MAMA, I'M - PAINTED BLUE (Official Music Video)

Shot by Gabriel Lee Edited by Jeremy LeBlanc, Sheldon Redmon, Matthew Vu Written by MAMA, I'M Produced by Lilac, EerySkies and MAMA, I'M MAMAIM.COM https://linktr.ee/mamaim?fbclid=PAZXh... Take time Take time Take time Rewind What we found We found We found We’ll be fine White lace and promises Blinding the opposition Can’t take a compliment I’d try, you wouldn’t listen You told me, “Baby, please don’t Fall into reminiscing.” But Mama, I been drowning Since you went missing—I’m wishing for you Ooo Every time that I’m picturing you Your arms are stretched out Ooo And my ceilings you painted blue So my head’s in the clouds And I won’t come down Blowing smoke, The Commodores, just like you taught me Underpaid and overworked, your burdens haunt me Forgive the world a little more ’cause you were around me From coast to coast or toe to toe, you still look godly Live like a band on the run Solo, you ran to the sun Threw all your eggs in one basket Saving it all for your son If I listened long enough to you Lord, I’d find a way to make it true Living now to see your point of view Ooo Every time that I’m picturing you Your arms are stretched out Ooo And my ceilings you painted blue So my head’s in the clouds And I won’t come down If I listened long enough to you Lord, I’d find a way to make it true Living now to see your point of view Ooo Every time that I’m picturing you Your arms are stretched out Ooo And my ceilings you painted blue So my head’s in the clouds And I won’t come down Take time Take time Take time Rewind What we found We found We found We’ll be fine Picking up the pieces of a broken mirror Screaming Bloody Mary down the hall and hoping she can hear Uh Pillow talking got her smirking ear to ear Feeling heavy in Balenciaga sweaters, so premier Uh Vetiver and eucalyptus on my nightstand I painted clouds on the roof I’m tryna find a way to make a living’s worth of finance But my hands are tied Mama, pray for me tonight Over family matters Chord progression brings a tear to the eye I’m reminiscing on the days I didn’t care if I’d fly Steady chillin’, eatin’ oatmeal creme pies and staring at street signs And dreams of being married to violence Had my first couple blunts in the truck Grape Swisher on the lips, black lighter for luck But now I’m smoking by myself and I talk to the wind I’m sort of, kinda mortified I’ll never see you again Damn