Mama, mama (mama, ma)

Did you say my name?

Did you say mama, mama?

Can you say it? (Mama)

Mama, good job

I warm my morning coffee up for the third time

Ms. Rachel on the TV with their favorite nursery rhyme

Hot Wheels and little people under my feet

Babies crying, it's pure chaos, but I don't miss a beat

I always knew that a 9-to-5 wouldn't suit me very good

But my hours are extended, that's just motherhood

I never knew this is what my 20s would look like

But they saved me before I had the chance to waste my life

Some days I wanna cry, run away and hide

But I worry about their every need

And when I'm ovеrwhelmed and touched out

Thеy come climbin' up on the couch

Sayin', "Mama, can you open my string cheese?"

And I smile because I know meetin' their needs feels my soul

And being their mama is who I'm meant to be

One day I'll be alone with a hot fresh cup of Joe

Wishing that someone would just drop by

And I'll sit and reminisce, the times that I sure miss

Scattered toys and a baby on my hip

I thought finding peace in the quiet's what I wanted

But I'd give anything to go back to being needed

To those days I wanna cry, run away and hide

But I worry about their every need

When I'm overwhelmed and touched out

They come climbing up on the couch

Sayin', "Mama, can you open my string cheese?"

And I smile because I know meetin' there needs feels my soul

And being their mama is who I'm meant to be

Say mama (mama)

No, mama (papa)

No, mama (mama)

(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)

Rock, papers, scissors, shoot

I love you