ILLECT Recordings and JustMe want to share this track in celebration of this special Mother's Day holiday where we all remember our mother.
The first song recorded for my new album, Before The Twilight, was self-produced. As a matter of fact, "How I Met Your Mother" is the only song on the album not produced by North Carolina native Commissioner Gordon. With that said, it is all the more personal . Like "Latenight Lullaby" from my 2006 release, One Man's Trash, "How I Met Your Mother" is a song sung directly to my son Jake. It is a story about a man changed by love, in more ways than one. Enjoy!
Please find below the lyrics to the song and a link to the MP3
http://www.hiphopmp3downloads.com/illect/justme-how-i-met-your-mother.mp3
How I Met Your Mother
If you can't take the heat then get out the kiln
The ladies say "oh snap" like Men On Film
And if you don't get that then you're young for real
Because I used to get that for my tongue and grill
I hung and chilled with players, theives, and rhyme sayers
And impresed the women that dressed in less layers
I rocked Nautica, Polo, not to run solo was the mission
Not realizing for what I'm wishing
Hugging and kissing was all in the plans
My old man said "you don't go back to holding hands"
And I realize now, that's true
But that was way before I even thought about you
And I wasn't really
Frightened, I was doing my thang
Had game, got dames, wanted fame, and I wasn't really
Frightened, had no fear of God in me
I was looking up to ballers and rappers with envy, I was
Frightened of being aloneAnd living my life without spouse and home, I was
Frightened, and that's real for a brother
Here goes the story how I met your mother
When Tiger Woods was at Stanford getting pampered
Women threw their drawers at me like the Laker-girls hamper
But I wasn't doing their math, changed path
Calculated but debated, could it stay in the past?
It was crazy wasn't it? Cut-up wasn't cutting it
What up? to my cousin when I see him in the streets
Found love hidden written on these super-thin sheets
Not the kind that you sleep in, the kind that you read
It was no small feet like the NBA
For me to say "no" when they ask "please stay"
And I can see now, that's grace
I thank God everytime I look at your face 'cause back then I was
Frightened of being stuck with a girl
That didn't want the same things out of this world, I was
Frightened, Had the fear of God in me
I looked up to no other man with envy, I was
Frightened of being alone
And living my life without spouse and home, I was
Frightened, and that's real for a brother
Here goes the story how I met your mother
She worked at Blockbuster and I felt all flustered
For the first couple months, then I got that number
But, failed to use it for lack of a movement
Or transportation, I should say, anyway
Only the lonely relate 'cause when she phoned it was great
Even though I never gave her the digits
She looked it up at work and it made me smirk
The date was set in a matter of minutes
Flirtation, conversation in an IHOP booth
I could tell she's motivated because I sought truth
And you can tell it's all part of God's plan
To bring the right woman once he's made a man, but I was still
Frightened that she wouldn't believe
Take me the wrong way and be deceived, I was
Frightened that I would mess it up
And have to much pride to be fessing up, I was
Frightened of being alone
Even though, in my heart God made his home, I was
Frightened, and that's real for a brother
There goes the story how I met your mother
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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