Qanon Mom
Left home a few months ago
Bought a camper and car, headed out on the road
Might go to school, might try to get a job
I just don't wanna end up another working slob
I can't sleep, something's wrong
Going through life with a Qanon Mom
I can't sleep, it's a time bomb
Just going through my life with a Qanon Mom
Go to the mountain, we do some drugs
Hanging out with Knute, yeah, I'm pounding mugs
Chatting up the chicks from Manayunk
I hear her ringing in my pocket, I just can't pick up
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
Memories of Elton John
Now I'm trying to get by with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
Memories of Elton John
Now I'm trying to get by with a Qanon Mom
Blood-soaked daydreams, she sends me links
I try to tell her, but she doesn't care what I think
There's a terror when lay my head down at night
Oh god, oh god, what if she's right?
I can't sleep, something's wrong
Going through life with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
I can't sleep, something's wrong
Going through life with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got...
Bought a camper and car, headed out on the road
Might go to school, might try to get a job
I just don't wanna end up another working slob
I can't sleep, something's wrong
Going through life with a Qanon Mom
I can't sleep, it's a time bomb
Just going through my life with a Qanon Mom
Go to the mountain, we do some drugs
Hanging out with Knute, yeah, I'm pounding mugs
Chatting up the chicks from Manayunk
I hear her ringing in my pocket, I just can't pick up
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
Memories of Elton John
Now I'm trying to get by with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
Memories of Elton John
Now I'm trying to get by with a Qanon Mom
Blood-soaked daydreams, she sends me links
I try to tell her, but she doesn't care what I think
There's a terror when lay my head down at night
Oh god, oh god, what if she's right?
I can't sleep, something's wrong
Going through life with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
I can't sleep, something's wrong
Going through life with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got...
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