Mommy Issues

Fuck a white picket fence And a house with a pool Working just to pay rent Minivans to private school I'd rather die than settle down It gets deep and I tap out I don't fall just fuck around It's just the way that I was raised Never let down my guard I need someone to take Take me in and take charge Now you got me playing house Sunday morning on your couch And you're all I talk about I don't recognize myself I'm fucked in the head that's what my therapist says But I've been feeling so much better sleeping here in your bed With every kiss I feel a little less sick Can I stay a little longer till I'm finally fixed? You got me so close I'm 'boutta breakthrough We're working on those Mommy issues My baggage never felt this light My damage never felt so good And for the first time I don't mind I had a fucked up childhood I'm really trying to recover But don't wanna heal too soon Cause the second I get over it Then I'm not under you I'm fucked in the head that's what my therapist says But I been feeling so much better sleeping here in your bed With every kiss I feel a little less sick Can I stay a little longer 'til I'm finally fixed? You got me so close I'm 'boutta breakthrough We're working on those Mommy issues Sorry mom (But I'm not sorry) All I want (Is when she wants me) Gets me off (Then gets me coffee) Sorry mom (But when she's on me) I get lost (Across her body) Shows me God (Then does my laundry) I'm fucked in the head that's what my therapist says But I've been feeling so much better sleeping here in your bed With every kiss I feel a little less sick Can I stay a little longer 'til I'm finally fixed? You got me so close I'm 'boutta breakthrough I know we both know It's just an excuse You're helping me cope I'm helping you too We're working on those Mommy issues