Mama

Cross my knuckles, broken skin

Bandage from an oil spill

Broken cars and coffee whitener

I was just tryna be liked

Sifting through my brother's house

Twenty years between us, it ain't there now

Just a kid diggin' for change, so I could save

To buy my mother sweet pearls that she deserved

Colder nights I think about

Two plastic pails, water spilling out

'Cross the field just to wash our faces

Dreamin' 'bout the beautiful places we'll see

One day when it all works out

You'll be hangin' up pictures in a brand new house

Get you some things to string about

And sit around laughing till the kettle blows

Guess that's your curse, bein' the salt of the earth

If things are gonna run, someone's gotta get there first

Feed on the gravel, hands in the dirt

That's why I pray you get what you deserve

Oh, Mama, you're gonna get what you deserve

My word

Oh, Mama, you're gonna get what you deserve

My word

And flood the rink with a garden hose

Left it too long, the ground was exposed

Turning dandelions to roses

That's just the way you've always been

Now I seek love of a similar standard

Watched you fix it empty handed

Placed your patches on other's damage

That's why I pray you get what you deserve

Oh, Mama, you're gonna get what you deserve

My word

Oh, Mama, you're gonna get what you deserve

My word

Across my knuckles, broken skin

Bandage from an oil spill

Broken cars and coffee whitener

I was just tryna be liked