14, doing the wrong things, the wrong bells rang
I ran to ’em anyway, any day now i’d be down around the crowd being too loud
Maybe Momma Was Right to send to me to grandma and grandpas
I saw the disappointment radiate on her face
The laces of my shoes untied, but i tried to run the race
The days i was at Grandpas, them fried eggs were made had me changed but
Now i’m back where i was in the first place
It meant a lot when she handed me that bible and told me to do right
Shе said i broke my moms heart and she was morе than right
Fried Eggs
Guilt in my soul and pain untold were the hot coals beneath taking their toll on my feet
Motivation outside only lasts for so long
I wish i had the fried eggs i had back when I was wrong
Wrong about it all, wrong about which call to make and what age should I be playing these games
Taking care of myself for somebody else is just a personal hell but
Lupe lookin down telling me i gotta do well
Doing anything else is just a hard sell
Fried eggs from the stove in garage
Nothing tastes better than the moments that are lost
Losing myself because I can’t handle the cost
When it all falls apart, i’m crushed by the wreckage wishing that i gave it my all
Fried eggs
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Brent Bronze Lyrics – Interlude