Sinaloa Lyrics

My mama's from Sinaloa, from a village you'll never hear of

Tellin' me stories of when she grew up, in her eyes she could tell it's pure love

She had a grow up fast, moved to Mexicali, started workin sent back home the cash,

Goddamn

It's hard for me to hear, same age I graduated high school

She had a pick up and started a career, five siblings to look after

Cleaning up the mess that wasn't really hers, it was her daddy's disaster

Deserted all of them for a second family

Cheatin' two-time and leavin' his wife and kids in agony

I talked to my cousin the other day, I confessed to him and said

The man around me I used to look up to and say

I hope I get to be like you, please show me the way

When in reality it should've been to the women that I pray

My only idol's my mama and I ain't gonna apologize

Everybody around me fed me nothin' but lies