Praise for your mother, can't get another She don't think no ill of anyone Pay for your lover chasing no others If you do your love may not be gone She can see the tragic on your eyes Waiting patiently for quiet lies Slave for your money, save your own life Buy a plot and walk your behind there Stop all the reaching Here here for the teaching You might find you've come out of that cold She can see the tragic on your eyes Waiting patiently for quiet lies Praise for your mother, can't get another She don't think no ill of anyone Pay for your lover chasing no others If you do your love may not be gone She can see the tragic on your eyes Waiting patiently for quiet lies