Zivko mama calls

Yo Живко, pick up the phone, it’s your mom on speed dial,

Every time you trip, she’s there to reconcile.

Can’t face the heat? You run to her apron strings,

While the rest of us are out here handling grown-up things.

“Mommy, help!”—your favorite line on repeat,

Life’s a game of chess, but you’re stuck in defeat.

You’re a grown man now, time to take a stand,

But you’re still holding her hand like it’s Neverland.

Живко, Живко, callin’ mom again?

When life gets tough, she’s your only friend.

Grow up, step up, be your own man,

Stop hiding behind her like it’s your master plan.

You got a problem? “Mom will fix it real quick!”

Your independence is faker than a magic trick.

She’s your lifeline for every little mess,

But bro, even toddlers learn to handle stress.

Even your mama thinks your mind is blowing,

“How’d I raise a man who can’t keep growing?”

She’s tired of the calls; she wants you to thrive,

But you’re stuck in reverse when it’s time to drive.

Живко, Живко, callin’ mom again?

When life gets tough, she’s your only friend.

Grow up, step up, be your own man,

Stop hiding behind her like it’s your master plan.

No disrespect to moms—they’re queens for real,

But Живко takes advantage; that’s his Achilles’ heel.

She raised you strong so you could stand alone,

But you treat her like Siri on your mobile phone.

So Живко, here’s the deal: take control of your fate,

Stop passing the buck before it’s too late.

This track ain’t hate; it’s tough love in disguise—

Time to grow wings and cut those family ties