Ivan Ooze - Trippin' lyrics

[Hook] She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin' Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin' You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin' Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin' Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin' You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin' Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen [Verse 1] Caught up with the drinking, while she thinking Her son's clothes stinking, marijuana Oder, brain shrinking He plays that boom bap boom boom boom smack Over the head, would make him listen to things I once said Study, study, study, f** a f** buddy, buddy You'll be dressing cruddy for the rest of your damn near life Pick up the pencil, yes you have the potential, up in ya mental To pedal and achieve a lovely house with wife He retaliates, hates what I'd like to create Would rather go skate, get baked, dig threw these damn so called crates He's concealing his fate, I can't take it Threw these halls I be pacing, waiting, hoping, he changes this mind-state Losing hair, stressed, he don't care Can tell by his glare, was once my little boy now I'm scared He's so unaware, I am always there but it's useless Like a 3 legged chair, he's beyond repair [Hook] She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin' Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin' You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin' Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin' Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin' You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin' Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen [Verse 2] Caught up with a dream and vision Pumping through his sound system is a 90s rhythm Scribbling words nouns verbs, plain Dr. Seuss rhyme Adjusts the pattern and in due time his name will shine But mother ain't to sure, every second through the door Grow the f** up Benjamin, hip hop is immature You really think your gonna make living gripping microphones It's in my blood mama, fathers done it since he left home Music's the one thing that brightens my day If it went a stray I could say I probably wouldn't be here today This is more than a hobby, this my gold and diamonds I was born to spit sh** so f**ing oath I'mma keep trying If I don't succeed, please don't be mad at me Know my blood, sweat and tears entered every single story No guts, no glory, when I'm in the laboratory Every song is to make you proud, I'm sorry [Hook] She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin' Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin' You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin' Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen She say I ain't gonna make it, my mama be trippin' Journey ever so forsaken, my mama be trippin' You ain't bringin' home this bacon, my mama be trippin' Mama be trippin', mother, mother don't listen