[Verse] Counting goals, one by one Dreaming of the Stanley Cup, oh what fun But Mom, you never understood The passion burning in my blood [Verse 2] You just didn't see the potential in me The next Gretzky I was meant to be But as I sit here empty-handed, I ask why Why couldn't you believe in my sky-high? [Chorus] Mom, you didn't buy me enough Stanley Cups (cups) All my dreams shattered, never reaching the tops (the tops) Negative harmony playing in my heart (ooh-yeah) As I navigate this mathematical art (art)
