Mommy Pants - Magic Basket

Light up Velcro shoes
Gonna get this town lit
Got my chocolate milk
Too old now for mama's tit

Bugs Bunny patch on my polo
Beatlesborg book bag
Gonna fuck it up in first grade
Younger me is only half bad

Now look at me
My head feels like shit
Tried to find Jesus
It was just a Middle Eastern kid

My old vices do not work good
Can you believe that
What do I do now
Zoloft, nicotine and a party hat

So often overthinking
And not thinking at all
Should have thought that one through
Before trying to flush the stall

I don't believe in family
Unless we're at least friends
Life ain't a chess game
In the end nobody wins

I tried to Hitler up but I was Stalin
Now we are married
She's more the dictator now
I'm just a baby crawlin

Time to tie up my big boy shoes
Bring home mama the cornbread
Try not to have some shit children
Get us a better mattress for our bed

Written by:
Brandon Harig

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