J🏐rdan :
Llama Llama red pajama, locked in the crib alone
Mama dipped downstairs, left him cold on his own
Kissed his head then she vanished, no look back, no tone
Now he yellin’ down the stairs like “Where the fuck you go?”
Baby Llama need a drink, she stuck at the sink
Llama Llama red pajama callin’ out, voice gettin’ mean
She say “I’ll be up soon” but the phone got her tied
He sittin’ in the dark while the anger start to rise
Mama ain’t comin’ yet, Baby Llama startin’ to snap
Whimper turned to grit, little fists ready to clap
Mama on the phone, long talk, no rush in her steps
Baby Llama moanin’ like the silence cut deep in his chest
What the fuck is Mama doin’?
Baby Llama turnin’ cold, patience runnin’ thin
Red pajama, red pajama, left in the cut
Mama downstairs, phone glued, actin’ like she stuck
Waitin’, waitin’, waitin’, but the clock keep tickin’ slow
Llama Llama red pajama, pressure buildin’ from the floor
She still ain’t back, lights low, room feelin’ tight
Every second louder, every shadow ready to fight
Boo-hooin’ dead, now it’s quiet rage in his eyes
Llama Llama red pajama, alone through the night
Come upstairs, Mama, drop the phone, end the call
Or this red pajama stay ice till the walls start to fall
Story ain’t finished till she walk back through that door
Llama Llama red pajama, ain’t waitin’ no more.
2026-09-25 23:39:02