Mama Bear – Rare Americans

(Truth)
My mom likes when I rap fast
With enough energy
That it can make her heart dance
I would like to write a song for her to sing along
Better make it fuckin’ bumpin’
Cuz my mom’s the bomb
(Life)
Took my parents on a giant roller coaster ride
I was walking with a limp, something wasn’t right
Doc came in the room and said they found a giant tutor
It was lodged in my brain, immediate surgical procedure
Imagine the thoughts running through their head
Their two-year-old boy, heads filled with dread
You can’t prepare for that being said
On a Tuesday afternoon when you get out of bed
But I made it, I fucking made it

You’ve been by my side
Through the good and hard times
I’d do anything for you
I’d do anything for you

Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear
Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear

(Childhood)
We spent a lot of time together
School was pretty far
I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Driving, talking in the car
I was on a path, or a mission you could say
All I wanted was to be like
Rafa, Roger, or Marc Andre
I always had it in me, the fire was burning strong
My mom told me a story
From I was six years young
“Mom I hate losing so much, I want to win so badly”
I guess not much has changed though
And that kinda makes me happy
I got fire burning in me, it’s strong

You’ve been by my side
Through the good and hard times
I’d do anything for you (For you)
I’d do anything for you

Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear
Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear
Mama Bear
I love my Mama Bear

Back to the fire burning in me as a kid
It was hard to control, the stupid shit I did
Provincial tennis champs, hit an old man in the head
Threw my racket at the net, it flew over, smack!
His face went red
I looked over at my mom, oh my god, I’m dead
(Oh my god, he’s dead!)
She was livid to the max
That kid needed a lesson, probably needed quite a smack
But my mom is way too cool for that