Testo 3rd time lucky Aj Tracey

3rd time lucky

Where do I start?
I've come to terms that we're all gettin' older
Heaven's beneath mum's feet, for her whole life, she had the world on her shoulder
I've seen mum cry in her room, 'cause my birthday gift got robbed from her office
It's like our life started on hard mode, I pray to God to restart on novice
They say it's the strongest people that God chooses for the hardest wars
That's why the first time she was ill, she was shinin' bright on the darkest ward
Asked me what I'm proudest of, it's when I told you that your house was yours
Safe from the block, 'cause your heated floors
What the fuck do they think that I started for
Anytime I was scared, I would call mum
But, when your mum's scared, who you gonna call?
Wakin' us up 'cause you had a late shift, then cryin' so loud I can hear from the hall
School shirt ripped, but that shit's expensive
Money went low, and the list extensive
Nightmares that you might pull up intensive
Mixed race yute with his face so pensive

Know what they say, mum, third time lucky
You deserve for that to be true
You put everyone else in the top spot
This time, that deserves to be you
I hope actions show you I love you
I can't express the words that we use
Sometimes life gets hard, but I smile
'Cause you're here, so how can we lose?

You don't know pain 'til you're locked on street
Dad's not around, and your faith gets weak
Mum gets told that the cancer's back
And she gives you the look, like she might concede
Little bro needs role models and shoes
Pass time with more models and booze
Wake up in the T-house on your own
Turn the line back on, can't cuddle and snooze
I don't know how many times, I told mum, that I found money on floor
I ain't find money on floor, I found money on road
Grams, tee, molly and draws
Mum didn't want us out on the roadside
So we used her front room to relax
In that house, wrote texts on the Lyca
And wrote down some of my gulliest tracks
You don't know love 'til your mum goes without
Holds us tight, so our life don't spin out
Still made sure that we ate real good
Get a Sunday roast, with the mince and pillau
God bless nan, 'cause her memory's goin'
Next hard job for my mum to attend
Lost real fam 'cause the envy showin'
Plot on my downfall, you ain't much of a friend

Know what they say, mum, third time lucky
You deserve for that to be true
You put everyone else in the top spot
This time, that deserves to be you
I hope actions show you I love you
I can't express the words that we use
Sometimes life gets hard, but I smile
'Cause you're here, so how can we lose?