Periodically

Periodically - Various Artists/Larry Owens/John-Andrew Morrison/Michael R. Jackson

Lyrics by：Michael R. Jackson

Composed by：Michael R. Jackson

Usher's walk of shame from inwood takes

Him deeper into a strange loop

Which is precisely the moment he gets

His annual birthday voicemail from mom

I just like to remind you

Periodically

That I love you son

If you ever should find you

Need encouragement

Then you call me son

I am your mama and I've always loved you

Even when you be doing me wrong

I went through labor hours of labor

To bring you along

And you mean all the world to me

You mean all the world to me

You're the reason I'm singing this song

This is the day this is the day

This is the day that the Lord has made

That the Lord has made

He has a milestone in my baby's life

You turn 26 on the 26

And this will never happen again

So enjoy your day

You were born at 831 this morning

My love ma loves you

You turn 26 on the 26th

I hope I'm the first one to call you

But even if I'm not

With the exception of our dear

Heavenly father

I am the one that loves you the most

I just like to remind you

Periodically

Read your bible son

Don't put Jesus behind you

Periodically

Read your bible son

One honor thy father and thy mother

That thy days on the earth will be long

Two be encouraged ye may feel helpless

But Jesus is strong

And three and most importantly

Most importantly

It's the reason I'm singing this song

Listen on me now

Man is for woman

And woman for man

The rest is confusion

And not in God's plan

All of these hollywood homosexuals

Wavin' gay flags all day and night

Stickin' their things up each other's buttholes

I'm tellin' you son that

It just ain't right

It ain't right it ain't

Right it ain't right with God

It ain't right it ain't

Right it ain't right with me

And I just need to call up my baby boy

And remind him of that periodically

'Cause I love you

And I don't want your soul to be wasted

It hurts me so bad sometimes I can taste it

Hell is real

Sinners burnin'

Sinners churnin' in rivers of fire

Because of filthy unholy desire

Hell is real

Though we love you

Don't repent 'cause you know it would please us

Son you should do it so you can see Jesus

He is real

And he loves you

And he don't want your soul to be wasted

Because the pain of the world he done faced it

He is real

And I love him

So despite all my pain and my strife I'll

Just keep on praying your reprobate lifestyle

Isn't real