Don't it feel good?
Don't it feel right?
When you come home to
Home to mama's eyes
Don't you feel good?
Full up with pride
Seeing yourself in
Self in mama's eyes

I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again

I should probably listen more, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother
I should probably listen more, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother, I know

While you reminisce, I've been gone
Two years and the fortnight
I'm friends with the low-lives
I'm drunk tryna get high
Still waiting to exhale
Come out of the shadows
Five feet, barely three quarters in your stilettos
Like pineapple Mentos
Your favorite confection
I'm sweet like your perfume
Strong like your mind is
Your skin dripping richness
Tend to your flowers without a mention
You won your wars, you laid down your sword
Then gave me the weapon

You say keep my promises but I don't
I should probably listen more, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother
More, yeah, mother

I should learn to listen, learn to listen, learn to listen
Learn to listen, learn to listen, learn to listen
Learn to listen, learn to listen, learn to listen
Learn to listen, learn to listen, learn to listen
Learn to listen, learn to listen, learn to listen

Don't it feel good?
Don't it feel right?
When you come home to
Home to mama's eyes
Don't you feel good?
Full up with pride
Seeing yourself in
Self in mama's eyes
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again
I just wanna be dancing again