Make Your Momma Cry - Aaron Neville

Lying where you wanna so bad

Give heart trouble to your dear old dad

Thinking you’re the baddest man around

Soon they’re going to plant you in the ground

Trouble gonna run you down

Trouble gonna run you down

Revenge

Karma’s gonna gun you down

Karma’s gonna gun you down

And then you’ll make your momma cry

You and your friends better stop stealing all of them cars

‘Fore you locked up behind them bars

Sure as you’re born you were bound to die

So wipe that tear from your momma’s eye

Trouble gonna run you down

Trouble gonna run you down

Revenge

Karma’s gonna gun you down

Karma’s gonna gun you down

And then you’ll make your momma cry

Your tears gonna drag the ground

If you don’t stop being so lowdown

Boy, you know you better take heed

You’ll be a lost ball in the high weeds

Gonna tell your momma, giving her the blues

Six feet underneath your shoes

Thinking she’s down to watch you do

Regret has caught up and God knew

Trouble gonna run you down

Trouble gonna run you down

Revenge

Karma’s gonna gun you down

Karma’s gonna gun you down

Revenge

Trouble’s gonna run you down

Trouble’s gonna run you down

Revenge

Karma’s gonna gun you down

Karma’s gonna gun you down

And then you’ll make your momma cry