My mom, it was the bomb,
That's word to my mom
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
I am not loving my financial sitch right now
I said i'm hurting her
Loving you is my pleasure
Loving you is clouding my head
Cutting me this worthless check
And her smile lit up the room
My mom doing drugs in her bedroom
Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender
R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,
At least not until my mom leaves
In private, not public in the streets
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home
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