Mother Knows Best
When I was a teenager I was mean as hell,
My mother tried and tried, her attempts fell.
I thought that I was the big mans gift
Ha, what a joke on me.
I disobeyed her ended up in a coma for 74 days
That was because I did not listen to moms ways.
I ran with the bad seed
For it was rebellion that I did need
You should always listen to mom
Her way is the bomb
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