[NDC] Who the F*ck Is My Mother (Explicit)

Pop Ballad, Screamo, Acoustic Guitar, Minimalistic, Satirical

Nordic Discord Challenge
Genre: Pop Ballad
Theme: Mothers Day / Tribute To Mom

I grew up in a house with a mystery
A woman yelling “Clean your room”
She knew all my crimes and my browser history
And vanished whenever I asked her too soon

She said “I’m busy” every afternoon
Appeared when dinner was ready to land
I asked my dad, he just laughed and said
“Son, you wouldn’t understand”

She knows my name, my sins, my past
But dodges questions like she’s CIA
I said “Ma, who are you really”
She just said “Eat your peas and pray”

WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER
Who the hell is that woman in charge
She controls the house and the TV remote
And somehow my whole bank card

WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER
She knows things she shouldn’t know
She disappears when the bill comes in
But appears when I stub my toe

She’s got fifteen names on different forms
“Mom”, “Ma”, “Hey you”, and “Madam Supreme”
She’s part-time chef and full-time judge
And runs on coffee, spite, and dreams

She’s always right, even when she’s wrong
She argues like it’s her career
If the internet crashes, she still knows
Why I failed school in second year

She says “I carried you for nine whole months”
Like that explains the attitude
I say “I paid rent once in 2014”
Now I’m suddenly rude

WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER
Secret agent in slippers and rage
She remembers stuff from 1992
But forgets I’m not twelve anymore

WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER
Runs the world from the kitchen chair
If moms were gods, she’d rule the sky
And still complain about the air

She says:
“Turn that music down”
“Why are you dressed like that”
“You live here like it’s a hotel”

BUT SHE DOESN’T EVEN LIVE HERE
Except she does, and she owns my soul

WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER
Queen of guilt and emotional law
She gave me life and a thousand rules
And a fear of the vacuum’s roar

WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER
I may never truly know
But if I don’t call her by Sunday
I’ll be dead by Monday

So here’s to my mother I can’t escape
The boss, the myth, the curse, the saint
I don’t know who she really is
But she knows where I went last night

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Nordic Discord Challenge Genre: Pop Ballad Theme: Mothers Day / Tribute To Mom I grew up in a house with a mystery A woman yelling “Clean your room” She knew all my crimes and my browser history And vanished whenever I asked her too soon She said “I’m busy” every afternoon Appeared when dinner was ready to land I asked my dad, he just laughed and said “Son, you wouldn’t understand” She knows my name, my sins, my past But dodges questions like she’s CIA I said “Ma, who are you really” She just said “Eat your peas and pray” WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER Who the hell is that woman in charge She controls the house and the TV remote And somehow my whole bank card WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER She knows things she shouldn’t know She disappears when the bill comes in But appears when I stub my toe She’s got fifteen names on different forms “Mom”, “Ma”, “Hey you”, and “Madam Supreme” She’s part-time chef and full-time judge And runs on coffee, spite, and dreams She’s always right, even when she’s wrong She argues like it’s her career If the internet crashes, she still knows Why I failed school in second year She says “I carried you for nine whole months” Like that explains the attitude I say “I paid rent once in 2014” Now I’m suddenly rude WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER Secret agent in slippers and rage She remembers stuff from 1992 But forgets I’m not twelve anymore WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER Runs the world from the kitchen chair If moms were gods, she’d rule the sky And still complain about the air She says: “Turn that music down” “Why are you dressed like that” “You live here like it’s a hotel” BUT SHE DOESN’T EVEN LIVE HERE Except she does, and she owns my soul WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER Queen of guilt and emotional law She gave me life and a thousand rules And a fear of the vacuum’s roar WHO THE FUCK IS MY MOTHER I may never truly know But if I don’t call her by Sunday I’ll be dead by Monday So here’s to my mother I can’t escape The boss, the myth, the curse, the saint I don’t know who she really is But she knows where I went last night

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