Текст песни Simple Things (Paid Mama) - Mari

9-5 wasn't getting my bills paid
I got an on-time God but my payments still late
An artist living colored with way too many palettes
That's why my account got an overdrawn balance

What's gon' happen when Obama not president
Or when my mama get kicked out her residence
Foreclosure
Homeless no sir
Even if it means I gotta serve that work

A few seconds from moving a couple pounds
Fighting against the system may lose me a couple rounds
Now tell me how am I supposed to keep my head up
When times are down but I need to get this bread up

A couple friends didn't make it to see 21
They say the problem is it's way way too many guns
But when you used to the news in newsfeed
Shit becomes old news
Now it's way too many numb

It's way too many of em
Raise up the minimum
Wage
But reduce their hours for the day
Then tell 'em that ever since we raised yo pay up
We can't afford you so be on your way bruh

Now it's back to the hustle
Still hoping that God love you
If you get locked up
You hope ya ma still hug you
Now it's back to the block
Run away from the cops
Cops shoot cause they
Claimed that you lunged for the Glock

And they want my people dead I swear
Just so it can hit the news and send the ratings through the air
Another one dead but we have no answers
So tune in tomorrow so we stack this cash up

Gon' compare me to 'Ye for this shit
Bougie bitches sip you some 'Dre to this shit
Bro say they waited all day for this shit
God damn Mari you so cray for this shit

The simple things are all you need
But life ain't been so simple
And I just wanna be
Paid Mama

Wanna provide for you now
Cop that brand new ride for you now
You sacrificed so much for me and
Now I wanna give a good life to you

Hey mama, I'm paid mama
Hey mama, I'm paid

We had registered late back in 2005
And 11 years later we still barely alive
They say fake 'til you make it
Well I'm too broke to fake it
A pro at being broke but too proud to be basic

I just wanna live my so I can do my dance
Told Sallie Mae that Jesus my financer
He'll provide and give you everything that you need
Just dial 8-7-7 GOD-nah nah nah

Cause I didn't ask for yo degree
See I just asked to be free
But what I get a piece of paper and some weed
Cause it's stressful when these people looking crazy at me

Don't matter I graduated
See I'm still a nigga
And I'm still a victim of racial profiling
Done lost my religion and became more spiritual
To understand his miracles
The love unconditional

Race, creed, color
Love unconditional
Straight, gay lovers
Love unconditional
Men, women, in between
Love unconditional
For rich or for poor
The loves unconditional

Love other people how you love your own
And then as a whole maybe we can move on
If not, then we shall see
A lack of peace, leading to uprising in the streets

The simple things are all you need
But life ain't been so simple
And I just wanna be
Safe mama

I wanna live life for you
I wanna pay that price for you
Because you gave life to me and now
I wanna give a good life to you

Hey mama, I'm paid mama
Hey mama, I'm paid