Madonna - Angelo Mota

Baby face Madonna

Glory, Hosanna

Queen of the garden

Rose on your palm

As sweet as your karma

Ven pa mi cama

Break like a comma

Plucked from the harvest

Start up a fire

Eyes of a fighter

Fear in your iris

Storm to the gaze of the ones who despise ya

I know you’re tired

Tired of the same old, same old

Wishing you could stay home, lay low

Tired of the same old, same old

Baby face Madonna

Glory, Hosanna

Grace like your momma

Strength like your momma

Both hate your father

Step to the thunder

Clear up the sky

It reminds you of summer

Reminds of you of times way before you went under

I know you’re trying

I know you’re tired

Tired of the same old, same old

Wishing you could stay home, lay low

Tired of the same old, same old

Hand me a bible

Search for your likeness

I couldn’t find it

Must be in hiding

God bless your kindness

Baby face Madonna

Born from the fire

Thought I was strong

But you made me a liar

We rest in the quiet

I can sense that you like it

I know you’re tired

Tired of the same old, same old

Wishing you could stay home, lay low

Tired of the same old, same old

No room to breathe

We wait in the water

Papa told me you’re his favorite daughter

So you’ll go to sleep and wake up tomorrow

With a head full of bees and mouth full of sorrow

No room to breathe

(You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all)

We wait in the water

Papa told me you’re his favorite daughter

(You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all)

So you’ll go to sleep and wake up tomorrow

(You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all)

With a head full of bees and mouth full of sorrow

(You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all)

You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all

You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all

You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all

You went back and bent backwards just to make sense of it all, sense of it all