Lyrics

Mom, if I tell Dad what’s going on, he’s gon’ cuss out Islam,
But calm down, Mom, 'cause I'm not like that, nah, I know what he'd do,
It’d be better if you strapped a suicide bomb on you
Than if I told on you.

Why you doing this, Mom? Wasn't it enough when you took the 28 thousand?
No, you said, "Wait, let me humiliate my daughter
By telling her father that I concocted
How she took five more thousand dollars."

Now my dad hates me, but that was until Taylor got drunk, Mom,
And he called up Dad, told him how you were rotten
And blamed me 'cause you had no other option.

[Verse 2]
But that was way back when—how is it still to this extent?
It's been one, two, three, damn near the tenth
Time this week that you seek help from people in bleak situations.

How weak are you? You remind me of a tweaker,
Not the kind messing with any beakers.

You know that song by Eminem where he could’ve helped that guy
That was drowning, but he didn’t? THAT'S YOU.
You could’ve helped me, Mom. I said, "Let’s go donate some plasma,"
But that didn’t resonate, and you didn’t hesitate
To tell me how you couldn’t do that.

The path you're on will make me be on section eight,
'Cause I can’t tell you no—you use it as some kind of sick leverage.

[Verse 3]
I remember you always snitch and told Dad everything when I was doing wrong.
How come I don’t do that, Mom?

I feel like telling the whole world how my mom lied to me my whole life.
Now I’m 29, and I don’t know how many times I cried and died inside,
But that shit don’t hurt no more, Mom.

I’m grown now, I put my pride aside
And decided this is the last time.
You ain’t getting not even a single dime from me
For your selfish needs.

Go scratch another ticket, drink your little drink,
Don’t forget the little blue pill.

You are just like me when I was an addict,
But the difference is I stopped my habits.

I can’t help you, 'cause you can’t help yourself.
Now I’ma go listen to Eminem, "'Cause my mom loves Valium and lots of drugs."