Yeah, (G)this one right here goes out to all the baby’s mama’s, mamas...

Mamas, mamas,

baby mamas, (G)mamas.

Yeah, go, like this

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, ooh.

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, (ooh).

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

A baby drama mama, don’t like me.

She doing things like havin’ her boys come from her neighbourhood to the (G)studio tryin’ to fight me.

She need to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out.

That’s my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out.

And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a pay-cheque.

Private schools, ay-care, shit, medical bills, I’ll pay (G)that, I love your mom and everything, see I ain’t the one who laid down.

She wanna rib you up, start a custody war, my lawyer stay down.

She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided.

She had fish fries and cookouts for my (G)child’s birthday I ain’t invited.

Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through.

All you do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah.

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, ooh.

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, ooh.

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

(CN.C.)Me and your daugh ter got a spe cial thang go ing on.

You say it’s pup py love,

we say it’s full grown.

(F)Hope that we feel this, feel this way for ev (G)er.

((A))You can plan a pret ty pic nic but you ((G))can’t pre dict the wea ther, Ms.

Jack son.

Ten times out of nine, now if I’m lyin’ fine, the quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I’ll decline.

King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream ’bout that crib with the Goodyear swing on the oak tree, I hope we (CN.C.)feel like this forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?

Forever never seems that long until you’re grown and (G)notice that the day by day rule can’t be too long.

Ms.

Jackson my intentions were good, I wish I could become a magician to abacadabra (G)all the sadder thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he (G)askin’ what happened to the feelin’ that her and me had, I pray so much about it need some knee pads, It happened for a reason (G)one can’t be mad, so know this, know that everything is cool.

And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, ooh.

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, (ooh).

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

“Look at the way he treats me”, shit, look at the way you treat me, see your little nosey-ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out.

Now you and your girl ain’t speakin’ no more ’cause my dick all in her mouth.

Know what I’m talkin’ about jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating, an to the G they be the same thing So who you placin’ the blame on, you keep on singin’ the same song, let bygones be bygones, you can go on, and get the hell on you and your mama.

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, (ooh).

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.

I’m sor ry Ms.

Jack son, (ooh).

I am for real.

(Am7)Nev er meant to make your daugh ter cry.

(G)I a po lo gise a tril lion times.