Yo, I heard about your mom, she’s a real hot mess,
Got her Wi-Fi password as "I'm-Always-Stressed."
Cooking burnt toast while she’s spillin' the tea,
And that hairstyle’s stuck in 1983.
Your mom’s a meme, she’s the queen of the scene,
Got that drama, mama, you know what I mean?
Always got her shades, but she’s throwing no shade,
Just a TikTok flop, she’s a homemade charade.
Your mom’s got jokes, but they’re older than dust,
Her fashion sense? More like a total bust.
Still rockin' mom jeans, thinkin' she’s fly,
But those outdated vibes make me wanna cry.
Your mom’s a meme, she’s the queen of the scene,
Got that drama, mama, you know what I mean?
Always got her shades, but she’s throwing no shade,
Just a TikTok flop, she’s a homemade charade.
She’s the queen of PTA, with her gossip so stale,
Thinkin’ she’s a diva, but she’s just a fail.
Her dance moves whack, tryin' to act cool,
But even your friends say she’s breakin' the rule.
She’s got Facebook beef with the neighbors next door,
Arguin’ ‘bout whose cat scratched the floor.
Her recipes flop, like her jokes at the table,
And her stories so long, they’re a Netflix fable.
Your mom’s a meme, she’s the queen of the scene,
Got that drama, mama, you know what I mean?
Always got her shades, but she’s throwing no shade,
Just a TikTok flop, she’s a homemade charade.
So here’s to your mom, yeah, she’s one of a kind,
Always in the background, losin’ her mind.
She might think she’s fire, but she’s really just smoke,
In the battle of moms, man, she’s the joke.
(Don't question it, I'm blaming @fallen summit)
