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Uh 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 Letras de cancionesI 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 From Letras Mania