SMS Single Mother Syndrome by Mr. Fritz Lyrics
(Mr. Fritz Verse)
Another 2 am text message gon have you undressed at a best western/
That SMS...
Behind the tough exterior lies a flower waiting to materialize/
Done lost some petals over years so many tears in her eyes/
Sick of dealing with lies from niggas hearing of the cries/
From children they wasn't equipped to lift/
And now you struggle but gotta hold it together for yourself and ya kid/
His child is his splitting image, to raise him it takes a village/
He's supposed to be a symbol of love/
And you know this but he scorned you, so he's used for ya grudge/
Was supposed to hold you down but he rolled you round, had you caught in his game/
Got you thinking every nigga's the same/
Put up a shield of independence so relentless that it's really a shame/
How every nigga pursuing you got you feeling unusual/
Questioning if you're beautiful you hope and you pray/
That one day that it'll be ok/
Keep ya head up, i really mean it, One day it's gonna be ok/
One day it's gonna be ok...that SMS
(Chorus scratches)
(Real P Verse)
SMH, when she got that SMS just a while back/
He said he leaving. he ain't coming back...
Son's a wild cat/
No Kyle or Perry, no this ain't no Tyler Perry/
Momdukes had the same problems/
So the cycle just continues thinking bout some food, but nothing on the menu/
Her revenue be coming in slow, just like this instrumental/
Never find a solution/
Dressing little man to emulate his deadbeat dad/
Pictures on the gram said he a model/
Her photo shoots take place in VIPs with sparkling bottles/
A torn girl in a torn world...never tone it down/
Her situation's torrid...so she tours around/
For the next Hurricane, or maybe that Sugar Shane/
She filled with shame, but that feeling is fueling the fame/
Reverend seats bring his only peace/
He'd rather have his mother tuck him in the sheets/
But she got that SMS
(Chorus Scratches)
(Bakari JB Verse)
Behind the strong fraud created the single mama who could hardly make it/
The thief is long gone, but her heart's been taken/
Liam Neeson ain't nowhere around/
And there's no P.O.P. so she holding it down/
Wish she was clubbing with her homegirl...but she at home with her own girls/
Any brother trying to love her is gon get on her whole nerve/
See a man as a distraction/
Daughter's actually be asking about her actions/
They could see that she's been broken down to a fraction/
Suffice it to say, she been needing satisfaction/
So she chasing a Hugh Hefner, she say she could do better/
Taking the same class expecting a new lecture/
She flip to a new chapter, BD that she looms after/
Is out chasing the tail, that ship has blatantly sailed/
Trying to ride the wave but she don't see no way/
But one day it's gon be ok/
She fighting that SMS
(Chorus Scratches)
Another 2 am text message gon have you undressed at a best western/
That SMS...
Behind the tough exterior lies a flower waiting to materialize/
Done lost some petals over years so many tears in her eyes/
Sick of dealing with lies from niggas hearing of the cries/
From children they wasn't equipped to lift/
And now you struggle but gotta hold it together for yourself and ya kid/
His child is his splitting image, to raise him it takes a village/
He's supposed to be a symbol of love/
And you know this but he scorned you, so he's used for ya grudge/
Was supposed to hold you down but he rolled you round, had you caught in his game/
Got you thinking every nigga's the same/
Put up a shield of independence so relentless that it's really a shame/
How every nigga pursuing you got you feeling unusual/
Questioning if you're beautiful you hope and you pray/
That one day that it'll be ok/
Keep ya head up, i really mean it, One day it's gonna be ok/
One day it's gonna be ok...that SMS
(Chorus scratches)
(Real P Verse)
SMH, when she got that SMS just a while back/
He said he leaving. he ain't coming back...
Son's a wild cat/
No Kyle or Perry, no this ain't no Tyler Perry/
Momdukes had the same problems/
So the cycle just continues thinking bout some food, but nothing on the menu/
Her revenue be coming in slow, just like this instrumental/
Never find a solution/
Dressing little man to emulate his deadbeat dad/
Pictures on the gram said he a model/
Her photo shoots take place in VIPs with sparkling bottles/
A torn girl in a torn world...never tone it down/
Her situation's torrid...so she tours around/
For the next Hurricane, or maybe that Sugar Shane/
She filled with shame, but that feeling is fueling the fame/
Reverend seats bring his only peace/
He'd rather have his mother tuck him in the sheets/
But she got that SMS
(Chorus Scratches)
(Bakari JB Verse)
Behind the strong fraud created the single mama who could hardly make it/
The thief is long gone, but her heart's been taken/
Liam Neeson ain't nowhere around/
And there's no P.O.P. so she holding it down/
Wish she was clubbing with her homegirl...but she at home with her own girls/
Any brother trying to love her is gon get on her whole nerve/
See a man as a distraction/
Daughter's actually be asking about her actions/
They could see that she's been broken down to a fraction/
Suffice it to say, she been needing satisfaction/
So she chasing a Hugh Hefner, she say she could do better/
Taking the same class expecting a new lecture/
She flip to a new chapter, BD that she looms after/
Is out chasing the tail, that ship has blatantly sailed/
Trying to ride the wave but she don't see no way/
But one day it's gon be ok/
She fighting that SMS
(Chorus Scratches)