Disco>Machine>Gun - Ur Luv

My mama my
My mama my
My mama my
My mama my
My mama my
My mama my
My mama my
My mama my
Mama my mama is it true mama that they toss all the dross like us to one side cut our pay and tell us that it's a pay rise stick their boot into your throat cut off your air supply
Mama my mama is it true mama that they toss all the dross like us to one side cut our pay and tell us that it's a pay rise stick their boot into your throat cut off your air supply
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh

So I'll run and I'll run from their fingers there to judge I've got a little blade man I swear I'll run you through
I smoke I snort I drink I am a gangster just like you son
So I'll run and I'll run from their fingers there to judge I've got a little blade man I swear I'll run you through
I smoke I snort I drink I am a gangster just like you son
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma wooh
Ma mama ma

We don't want your falsehoods
We just want your love
We don't want your falsehoods
We just want your love
So I'll run and I'll run from their fingers there to judge I've got a little blade man I swear I'll run you through
I smoke I snort I drink I am a gangster just like you son
So I'll run and I'll run from their fingers there to judge I've got a little blade man I swear I'll run you through
I smoke I snort I drink I am a gangster just like you
Cos I don't want your falsehoods
Cos I just want your love

Written by:
Daniel Hensby, David Barwick, Dean Kelly, Matthew Broadbent

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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