[Verse] Raised you up, hands calloused from the grind, Fed your dreams while I left my own behind. Now I’m pushin' sixty, knees creak, back tight, You sittin' on the couch while I’m fixin’ that light. Trash overflowin', sink full of plates, Y’all grown but your habits? Still featherweight. I ain’t a maid, I ain’t a butler in disguise, My love is deep, but my patience capsized. [Chorus] Ungrateful blues, it’s what I feel, Carrying the load while you sit and chill. Ungrateful blues, this house ain't just mine, Y’all grown now—pull your weight, it’s time. [Verse 2] Mow the lawn? Crickets. Fix the drain? Nah. All I get is excuses, like a broken jukebox. Got two hands each, but the work’s all mine, Sweat dripping down, y’all sippin' fine wine. You text me for cash, but can’t text me for thanks, Treat me like a bank, overdraft, no thanks. I ain’t your landlord, this ain’t no Airbnb, This house got roots, and y’all part of the tree. [Prechorus] A roof over your head, that’s bricks of my pride, But gratitude feels like it done packed up and died.
