Mama, I Made It
Mama, I've been sittin' on the porch since ten past 3 a.m.
And I don't wanna see what's waitin' on me when I walk back in
Mama, I took his Babe Ruth baseball, put it right through the drywall
A couple years worth of picture frame glass up and down our hall
Oh, mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is
Too much Maker's made a mark
Tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And mama, I made it
I'm gonna
Spend the whole next week tryna sweep this under that rug
Ain't it just like me to double down on stirrin' up
All this drama, oh, mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is
Too much Maker's made a mark
Tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And mama, I made it
I had it made, I made it worse
I probably should've called you first, mama
Oh, mama, mama
Oh, mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is
Too much Maker's made a mark
Tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And mama, I made it
Oh, I made it
And I don't wanna see what's waitin' on me when I walk back in
Mama, I took his Babe Ruth baseball, put it right through the drywall
A couple years worth of picture frame glass up and down our hall
Oh, mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is
Too much Maker's made a mark
Tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And mama, I made it
I'm gonna
Spend the whole next week tryna sweep this under that rug
Ain't it just like me to double down on stirrin' up
All this drama, oh, mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is
Too much Maker's made a mark
Tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And mama, I made it
I had it made, I made it worse
I probably should've called you first, mama
Oh, mama, mama
Oh, mama
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Aim for a nerve and damn, I hit it
Ain't no point debatin' where the blame is
Too much Maker's made a mark
Tore a twister through this trailer park
He's sure to make my goodbye grapevine famous
Ah, this train's a wreck, it's such a mess
And mama, I made it
Oh, I made it
Credits
Writer(s): Rocky Block, Lauren Hungate, Lauren Elizabeth Watkins
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