Correction Paroles The Mom Song - Yung Skrrt Remix par Kreayshawn

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Hey (Oh)
Man, being a mom sucks ass (But I love it, hell yeah) (Sucks ass)
I can't do sh*t anymore, I'm f**kin' bored
I got no life, oh, no life
Skrrt

I got hella kids (Hella kids) and they all up in my business
I can't do sh*t, man (Man) these kids, they really reckless
Kids always watchin' Paw Patrol on my TV (Turn it off)
I just wanna watch Gossip Girl, can you leave me alone ([?])
I wanna stare at my phone and watch Tik Toks (Baby)
But I gotta wash sh*tty drawers and your dirty socks ([?])
I miss sleepin' and f**kin' anywhere I want (I do)
Now I'm breast feedin' in the bathroom at a restaurant (Ugh)
Callin' me to come out past six PM? (Nope)
It's dinner time, cookin' macaroni again (Yup)
You still belong to the streets, now there's p*ss in my sheets (There is)
All my friеnds askin' me to do ketamine (Ugh)

I got kids, man, I can't do that (Nopе)
I can't do that, (Nope) I can't do that
I got a baby, I can't do that (Nope)
I can't do that, (Nope) I can't do that
Buyin' up free granola bars for the field trip
I can't do that, (Nope) I can't do that
Can't even think of a f**king (I'm f**ked up)
Way to finish this song (What?) 'cause my brain's fried
(Mom brain) I can't do it

I got kids, kids, kids, kids, kids, I can't do that
I got a baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I can't do that
I got kids, kids, kids, kids, kids, I can't do that
I got a baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I can't do that

Hittin' Target twice a week (No)
Got Starbucks just to tweak (Air conditioning)
Target Cabernet Lexapro just to sleep (Good night)
So excited buying' powder for my husband's feet ([?])
Gotta record a podcast for next week (Four strokes)
Lipstick on the walls, turds in the tub (Yuck)
p*ss in my Hydro Flask (Ugh)
Just wanna hit the club (He's [?] friendly)
Used to dry hump Puerto Ricans (Yay)
Now I'm home on the weekend (Go change)
Want d**k? Gotta schedule it
(Mmm. Right before ninety day fiancé)

"Kreayshawn, mom tits together, on this joint, as they say. I'm gonna go home. I gotta go to bed. It's almost eight o' clock. I'm exhausted. Who stays up this late?"
"Gotta go home and milk my husband. He's all backed up. He's all p*ssed, grumblin' about a trash. I gotta milk those nuts, drain the poison from my husband. Otherwise, my life is a misery."

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