Your Mama Would Hate Me
Look at you lookin' at me, lookin' at my tattoo through my shirt
With a vodka soda, walking over, ten in a miniskirt
You're pouring it on thick, I know where you want this to go
Before you give me that kiss, girl
Here's a list of sh- you need to know
Hmm, I drink more often than not
I cause every other word
Yeah, sometimes I smell like pot
Been years since I've been to church
I ain't know might be the one
Yeah, girl, I'm just being honest
As bad as you want it, I promise
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
The drama I'd cause you, It'd hurt you too bad
I don't wanna do that to you, baby
Even though, I would treat you like a queen
Upon your throne, we don't ever need to
But if you ever took me home
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
She would hate me
She take one look at me, say
"He don't know nothing 'bout love"
She was hurt by my type back in the day
Now I'm the one that she warned you about, 'cause
I drink more often than not
I cause every other word
Yeah, sometimes I smell like pot
Been years since I've been to church
I ain't know might be the one
Even though it might feel like that
(Don't even get me started on your dad)
'Cause your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
The drama I'd cause you, It'd hurt you too bad
I don't wanna do that to you, baby
Even though, I would treat you like a queen
Upon your throne, you'd want me to meet her
But if you ever took me home
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
She would hate me
We can burn the night down
Maybe later turn the lights down
You know I'm all in
Girl, as long as you know we're pullin' in
We're throwing rice down, in a white gown
'Cause your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me (would she hate me?)
The drama I'd cause you, It'd hurt you too bad (so much more)
I don't wanna do that to you, baby
(No, I wouldn't wanna do that to you, baby)
Even though, I would treat you like a queen
Upon your throne (treat you like a queen, need to), we don't ever
But if you ever took me home (woo)
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
She would hate me
With a vodka soda, walking over, ten in a miniskirt
You're pouring it on thick, I know where you want this to go
Before you give me that kiss, girl
Here's a list of sh- you need to know
Hmm, I drink more often than not
I cause every other word
Yeah, sometimes I smell like pot
Been years since I've been to church
I ain't know might be the one
Yeah, girl, I'm just being honest
As bad as you want it, I promise
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
The drama I'd cause you, It'd hurt you too bad
I don't wanna do that to you, baby
Even though, I would treat you like a queen
Upon your throne, we don't ever need to
But if you ever took me home
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
She would hate me
She take one look at me, say
"He don't know nothing 'bout love"
She was hurt by my type back in the day
Now I'm the one that she warned you about, 'cause
I drink more often than not
I cause every other word
Yeah, sometimes I smell like pot
Been years since I've been to church
I ain't know might be the one
Even though it might feel like that
(Don't even get me started on your dad)
'Cause your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
The drama I'd cause you, It'd hurt you too bad
I don't wanna do that to you, baby
Even though, I would treat you like a queen
Upon your throne, you'd want me to meet her
But if you ever took me home
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
She would hate me
We can burn the night down
Maybe later turn the lights down
You know I'm all in
Girl, as long as you know we're pullin' in
We're throwing rice down, in a white gown
'Cause your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me (would she hate me?)
The drama I'd cause you, It'd hurt you too bad (so much more)
I don't wanna do that to you, baby
(No, I wouldn't wanna do that to you, baby)
Even though, I would treat you like a queen
Upon your throne (treat you like a queen, need to), we don't ever
But if you ever took me home (woo)
Your mama, your mama
Your mama, your mama would hate me
She would hate me
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Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Jake Mitchell, Nick Donley
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