笨小笨Mama歌词由Нина Толмачева演唱，出自专辑《Bulletproof》，下面是《Mama》完整版歌词！
Mama歌词完整版
Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through... And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about
Mama, can i tell you my stories?how i put allegories into all of my songs
Mama, my notes have many places to hide from all those faces where i’m all alone Mama!you once said to remember more i love, more i clamber, shouldn’t lose myself
Mama, i can’t do this, believe me i’m still needing him really and i need myself
Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through... And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about truth
Do you seeing a clif and rope?-my feets are shaking, they’re cold though every move of mine not after ya.. it’s toward down
Every step forward is taking three steps back
And every night I'm laying on my back
And thinking back
To all the things
That could have been said
That should have been done
That should have been rapped
Mama,
so big world, lots of places
then why feels so congested?
Why’s it aching so much?
Wound
I would not turn myself in
and i know there’s a lot been,
no restriction on love Oh!
Mama!you once said to remember more i love, more i clamber, shouldn’t lose myself
Mama, i can’t do this, believe me i’m still needing him really and i need myself
Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through... And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about truth
Do you seeing a clif and rope?-my feets are shaking, they’re cold though every move of mine not after ya.. it’s toward down
Every step forward is taking three steps back
And every night I'm laying on my back
And thinking back
To all the things
That could have been said
That should have been done
That should have been rapped
I'm
Ma
King
My
Self
Feel
At
Home
Home
Is
Where
You
Don't
Feel
Wrong
My
Mind
Is
Filled
Up
With
Spa
Ces
I
Guess
It's
The
Best
Time
To
Say
this
Mama,
from the moon and back, my
my ship’s flying in bright sky
so beyond belief
through all...
all the galaxies, stars
till it’s not late
And i should ask
If you can: set me free.
Me standing right next to you, but feels like on edge and through And all of my steps and breaths I talk not about you but about truth
Do you seeing a clif and rope?-my feets are shaking, they’re cold though every move of mine not after ya.. it’s toward down...
down.
