Mama promised not to cry about it
She don’t wanna know
But that time is getting close
But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna
Mama promised not to cry about it
She don’t wanna know
But that time is getting close
But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna
Go
She’s acting like everything is fine
knowing deep down inside shit’s wrong
I can see it in her face
I can hear it in her tone
I can feel it in my bones
But we both play tough
‘till we both wake up next day & I’m gone
For now, hit the zoo up, hit the buffet
Just took my last methadone
Drop mom off
Try not to nod off at the light by the Ross
Mom was on her knees
saying prayers for the lost
I’m right by the cross
Farewell party, plenty beer
judge tryna hand me 20 years
You know me I’m sick of sitting here
About to make the best mistake of my career
Forgive me if I disappear, I ain’t really here

Mama promised not to cry about it
She don’t wanna know
But that time is getting close
But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna
Gotta promise not to lie about it
Throw me under oath
But that time is getting close now
Whatcha gonna, where you wanna
Go

It’s just me and The Landing Gear
piled in the Jetta with everything I own
3 states away sims chip out the window
time to get a new phone
Just a day before the court date
had to make a choice
say peace then I’m gone
But to be honest, never dreamed
this would be the way I’d leave home
Headed for stress, i70west
24 hours straight barely stopping to stretch
Still said to be blessed, I’m unsettled at best
Got my head in the jaws of a shark
I’m a mess
Couch-surfing any day probably wipeout
Working under tables low profile life now
Looking over shoulders with a shy smile
She ain’t wanna know things that she’d never lie about

Mama promised not to cry about it
She don’t wanna know
But that time is getting close
But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna
Gotta promise not to die about it
Until it’s time to go
Can’t lose no control now
It’s all I wanna, i guess I’m gonna
Go

Cry about it, cry about it
The whole fam stay silent bout it
You think it’s easy to write about, I highly doubt it
Just sit quietly and find a balance
I’ll tell you later how that panned out
At least I never had to panhandle with my hands out
I mean, Payne OD’d on black tar and Xans
Hot-shot found dead in a parked sedan
I mean, when I was at my darkest, damn
Cop a gram a day coffin-bound
Federal marshals marching ‘round harassing fam
Tryna hunt me down like some lost n found
Somebody probably snitching, I ain’t even tripping
In most ways already feel I’ve ceased existing
Is what it is, sometimes probably isn’t
Life on the run, a lot of quality missing

Mama promised not to cry about it
She don’t wanna know
But that time is getting close
But she don’t wanna, I guess I’m gonna
Gotta promise not to die about it
Until it’s time to go
Can’t lose no control now
It’s all I wanna, I guess I’m gonna..