"The Mom Song (Yung Skrrt Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Christina P)
[Kreayshawn:]
Hey (Oh)
Man, being a mom sucks ass (But I love it, hell yeah) (Sucks ass)
I can't do shit anymore, I'm fuckin' 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 shit, 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 shitty drawers and your dirty socks ([?])
I miss sleepin' and fuckin' 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 piss in my sheets (There is)
All my friends askin' me to do ketamine (Ugh)
I got kids, man, I can't do that (Nope)
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 fucking (I'm fucked 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
[Christina P:]
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)
Piss 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 dick? Gotta schedule it
(Mmm. Right before ninety day fiancé)
[Kreayshawn:]
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
[Christina P:]
"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 pissed, grumblin' about a trash. I gotta milk those nuts, drain the poison from my husband. Otherwise, my life is a misery."
Hey (Oh)
Man, being a mom sucks ass (But I love it, hell yeah) (Sucks ass)
I can't do shit anymore, I'm fuckin' 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 shit, 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 shitty drawers and your dirty socks ([?])
I miss sleepin' and fuckin' 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 piss in my sheets (There is)
All my friends askin' me to do ketamine (Ugh)
I got kids, man, I can't do that (Nope)
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 fucking (I'm fucked 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
[Christina P:]
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)
Piss 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 dick? Gotta schedule it
(Mmm. Right before ninety day fiancé)
[Kreayshawn:]
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
[Christina P:]
"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 pissed, grumblin' about a trash. I gotta milk those nuts, drain the poison from my husband. Otherwise, my life is a misery."
