Freaking Out the Neighborhood

Sorry, Mama
There are times I get carried away
Please, don't worry
Next time I'm home, I'll still be the same

And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up, to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood

Really, I'm fine
Never been better, got no job on the line
Sincerely, don't worry
Same old boy, that you hope you would find

And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up, to no good
Starts freaking out the neighbourhood