Mama, I Made It

Mama, I've been sittin' on the porch since ten past 3 a.m. And I don't wanna see what's waitin' on me when I walk back in Mama, I took his Babe Ruth baseball, put it right through the drywall A couple years worth of picture frame glass up and down our hall Oh, mama I pushed a grown man to his limit Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is Too much Maker's made a mark Tore a twister through this trailer park He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess And mama, I made it I'm gonna Spend the whole next week tryna sweep this under that rug Ain't it just like me to double down on stirrin' up All this drama, oh, mama I pushed a grown man to his limit Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is Too much Maker's made a mark Tore a twister through this trailer park He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess And mama, I made it I had it made, I made it worse I probably should've called you first, mama Oh, mama, mama Oh, mama I pushed a grown man to his limit Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is Too much Maker's made a mark Tore a twister through this trailer park He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess And mama, I made it Oh, I made it