Livin' - Alex Mali

Mama I’m sorry

I ain’t livin' like you want me to

I swear you’ve got a probleeeeem

I swear I ain’t got nothing left to prove

I don’t got no time for you today

I’m not in that kind of mood today

Play your role proper

Ain’t like your bullshit gon' stop us

Caramel in Bahamas

I don’t like that drama

You be bringing out here

Keep your Moncler, Issa cold winter

Winner circle white, never been cleaner

Seeing all the hate in the rear view mirror

I ain’t been to church in a while I’m a sinner

I ain’t a saint, no no no no

Keep your complaints, oh no no no

Yes I’m trouble in a gift box, oh

I’ve got the keys in a tight spot, oh

I’m believing in a night

I like to keep all the light box off

Keep on stylin', keep on pilin'

All that money you’ll be thankful

I think you greatful

For all the shit I’ve pulled through

All the shit I’ve been through

Pull up in a

Pull up in a lambo

Oh mama, I’m sorry

I ain’t livin' like you want me to

And you’ve always got a fucking problem

I swear I ain’t got nothing left to prove

And I don’t got no time for you today keep that shit

And I don’t got no time for you today keep that shit on the low-low

I don’t want to hear it no more no

Mama, ain’t livin' like you want me to

Mama