text: Lyrics from Drakes radio show on SiriusXM
  Its after hours at that glamorous blind spot
  Where theyre taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
  Lets listen in America Today
  Life of the party, mhm, til I almost cry, mhm
  Its the life of the party, to think I couldve almost died
  Lord, help us
  Hey, Miss Donda
  You run into my mama, please tell her I said, Say something
  Im startin to believe aint no such thing as heavens trumpets
  No after-over, this is it, done
  If theres a Heaven, you would think theyd let ya speak to your son
  Maybe she has in the form of a babys laugh
  I heard passing by in a stroller remindin me, Hey, keep rolling
  I dont know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
  Ive been layin on way too long, got me itchy
  Got up and roamed a lil more
  Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her Im lost
  You see, shed always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
  Exaggeratin a lil bit so she get the point
  Tryna get her to stop smokin, I would leave and fire up a joint
  Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
  All that time, yall thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy
  My mom, she aint cut no corners
  Got me back on track, I dont miss her overstepping
  But do miss her showin Seven civilian life shit
  Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this:
  The real reason I was geeked to go to church
  Must confess, when yall grown-ups would be in Bible study
  That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fuckin
  So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty
  So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us
  Sh-sh, ah, ah
  And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
  Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him:
  Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
  Because I carried my mothers name, did he carry shame with him?
  Im sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
  Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
  Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady
  No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
  Theres a dissidence at play, dad and mom do hard division
  Three Thou, poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
  Im supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
  Keeps me around, for what? I dont know
  But I do know that its crucial, that we do so, pronto
  I dont know how much long though
  Mama, your son in the red hat
  Had suffered set-backs, had, shouldnt-have-said-thats
  Had made everyone mad
  He made 808s so hes everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
  Hotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see more
  Nobody punkin me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta me
  Especially when the gangstas eat thanks to me
  And my favorite principal name was Mrs. Wooten
  She was strict, the perfect instructor for young Putin
  Vladimir, just so that is clear
  Whom should we fear when we know Dad is here?
  Daddys right here, Daddys right here
  I dont play, boy
  Over yall dead body fore my daughter pose in Playboy
  We dont condone over-sexualization of the kids in the home
  Battery in my back
  This house of pain wont ever last
  CyHi told me to my face that SICKO MODE was his biggest song
  Well gon cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever had
  South Park had jokes about fish sticks
  Til this day, the whole team can kiss this dick
  I put Virgil and Drake on the same text
  And it wasnt about the matching Arcteryx or Kid Cudi dress
  Just told these grown men, Stop it with the funny shit
  I might hire the whole team from ACG
  So dont text me like Im Juanita JCV
  Or more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for me
  Somebody really there for me was rare for me
  That was new air to breathe
  When I was underappreciated, undervaluated
  Stockholders told me, Board rooms will bore you
  Cant remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lords rules
  Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
  Told Drake dont play with me on GD
  And he sent that message to everybody
  So if I hit you with a W-Y-D
  You better hit me with, Yes sir, Im writing everything you need
  I told you I was gonna take the summer back
  So any of the cap, wont take none of that
  Where my motherfuckin red hat?
  Security and the nannies be forever handling
  I cant stand it when theres talks about puttin the kids back in
  Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school
  Trav, smile for these white people if you want 
  While we build a team to get Hoover out the joint
  I do what I want, bro, in my life
  Serve and protect long as its my wife
  Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMS
  See, I was going in
  Back when they thought I was only making Ms, now its nine-billi
  You aint gotta like me, but you feel me
  Do yall feel me? Really?
  Get off Scott Free, Im talking Ridley
  Get off our knees, thats if youre with me
  Get off your knees, thats if youre with me
  Get off your knees and lets get free
  Get off your knees and lets get free
  Quickly, I mean really
  Really, I mean really
  I need release, I dont need police
  Im like, Nigga, please, yall cant hear me
  , for the real me
  For the real me, I mean 
  For the real me
  , for the real me
  Alright, its gonna shoot us in the- woah, uh-oh, uh-oh
  Ready mama? 
  Im so proud of you, yup, youre gonna have so much fun
  They gonna shoot us in the air, mama, okay?
  Cmon, P, I got you, its okay, mama
  Hold your head back, hold your head back 
  Daddys here, daddys here, daddys right here
  Its okay, mama, daddys here, daddy here
  Help, help, daddys right here, Im scared
  Okay, okay, I got you, its okay
  Okay, we goin slow, we goin slow down
  Its okay, stop cryin, daddy got you, see, its over, you did it, P!
  You already did it! See? Its already over! Yay! You did it!
  Big Girl! Its already over! Its already over, its already over
  Daddy right here, daddy right here
  I told you Im not gon let you go
  Im not gon let you go, mama, okay?
  Daddy got you, daddy gon bring us all the way down, okay?
  How was it? 
  You did a good job 
  Good job!