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Sometimes the people who love us see the truth before we do.
Text Ya Mama is the title track of the album and the emotional wake-up call at the center of the story. After countless excuses, broken promises, late-night arguments, and second chances, Dashee finally reaches the point where even the people closest to her are tired of watching her get hurt.
The song blends heartbreak, humor, and hard truths as friends and family remind her that love isn't supposed to feel like survival. With soulful vocals, moody production, and brutally honest storytelling, Dashee confronts the reality that sometimes the best advice comes from the people who've been there all along.
For everyone who's ever ignored every red flag until somebody finally said: "Text ya mama."
Text Ya Mama is the title track of the album and the emotional wake-up call at the center of the story. After countless excuses, broken promises, late-night arguments, and second chances, Dashee finally reaches the point where even the people closest to her are tired of watching her get hurt.
The song blends heartbreak, humor, and hard truths as friends and family remind her that love isn't supposed to feel like survival. With soulful vocals, moody production, and brutally honest storytelling, Dashee confronts the reality that sometimes the best advice comes from the people who've been there all along.
For everyone who's ever ignored every red flag until somebody finally said: "Text ya mama."
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[Intro, Live keys and bassline]
Mmmhmm...
Go ‘head, keep talkin’
I got time today
[Verse 1]
You pull up in my life like it’s rent-free
But don’t bring peace, just empty energy
I cook, I clean, I back you up
But you still act like I ain’t enough
Yo phone face down, your lies face up
You broke with pride — that’s tough
I ain't your mama, I ain't your maid
I ain't your therapist, I ain't gettin' paid
You want comfort, but you stay the same
Baby, I ain’t fallin’ — I reclaim my name
[Pre-Chorus]
You got time for the bros
You got time for the games
But can’t answer my text?
Boy, stay in your lane
[Chorus]
So text ya mama
If you need love, if you need care
Text ya mama
Don’t come runnin’ over here
Text ya mama
I ain't the one to fix your fears
Text ya mama
Or better yet — disappear
[Verse 2]
You don’t bring flowers, but bring excuses
Call it “space,” but it’s just uses
You want a queen, but play like a jester
Want grown love, but won’t do better
I held you down, now I rise up
You had a diamond, now that’s dust
[Bridge, Breakdown with background ad-libs]
I gave soft, I gave real
You gave stress, and unpaid bills
Now you wanna spin the block
But the gate locked — and I changed the code
[Chorus]
So text ya mama
If you need love, if you need care
Text ya mama
Don’t come runnin’ over here
Text ya mama
I ain't the one to fix your fears
Text ya mama
Or better yet — disappear
[Outro, Spoken outro with harmonized keys]
Yeah, call her.
She raised you.
She can have you.
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