Verse 1 Eighteen-hour shifts, building that baby brand He sat on the sofa, fat stacks in hand Housekeeper did the raising, he sketched every scheme My business, my sleep, all pulled at the seams Drowning in dark, the bottle my spark Now my sister slips in with a sainted little smirk Kissing up to my babies, one hand on the wheel Chorus You clawed at my life, a predator's move Smiled at my kids, then you cut right through Got my triplets believing your sweet little lies Playing mom in my kitchen, a thief in disguise Couldn't make your own, so you took what was mine Same blood, same poison, crawling up the vine Verse 2 Three small faces in the doorway, eyes down on the tile I asked where they’d been all day, they stared for a while You stuffed the overnight bags under that yellow sink light Booked the little escape and left my house half-alive I had one chair missing while you took over the room Through the glass, you played hostess and called it “what I do” You passed out the snacks, the toys, with money not yours to spend And I watched my work, my sleep, my home get handled by a friend Chorus You clawed at my life, a predator's move Smiled at my kids, then you cut right through Got my triplets believing your sweet little lies Playing mom in my kitchen, a thief in disguise Couldn't make your own, so you took what was mine Same blood, same poison, crawling up the vine Bridge He took the company, took the checks, took the script and spin And you saw a sister leaking and moved right in You call it auntie love, but it’s a staged little raid Humming in their ears while you quietly rearrange I brought those three into this world, bone tired and scarred You don’t get to borrow my life and call it yours Chorus You clawed at my life, a predator's move Smiled at my kids, then you cut right through Got my triplets believing your sweet little lies Playing mom in my kitchen, a thief in disguise Couldn't make your own, so you took what was mine Same blood, same poison, crawling up the vine Outro Keep your weekend getaway... Keep your sugar-coated lies... I’m standing up, I’m getting sober, seeing through your disguise. They’re my triplets. Not yours.
