Fuck a white picket fence
And a house with a pool
Working just to pay rent
Minivans to private school
I'd rather die than settle down
It gets deep and I tap out
I don't fall just fuck around
It's just the way that I was raised
Never let down my guard
I need someone to take
Take me in and take charge
Now you got me playing house
Sunday morning on your couch
And you're all I talk about
I don't recognize myself
I'm fucked in the head that's what my therapist says
But I've been feeling so much better sleeping here in your bed
With every kiss I feel a little less sick
Can I stay a little longer till I'm finally fixed?
You got me so close
I'm 'boutta breakthrough
We're working on those
Mommy issues
My baggage never felt this light
My damage never felt so good
And for the first time I don't mind
I had a fucked up childhood
I'm really trying to recover
But don't wanna heal too soon
Cause the second I get over it
Then I'm not under you
I'm fucked in the head that's what my therapist says
But I been feeling so much better sleeping here in your bed
With every kiss I feel a little less sick
Can I stay a little longer 'til I'm finally fixed?
You got me so close
I'm 'boutta breakthrough
We're working on those
Mommy issues
Sorry mom (But I'm not sorry)
All I want (Is when she wants me)
Gets me off (Then gets me coffee)
Sorry mom (But when she's on me)
I get lost (Across her body)
Shows me God (Then does my laundry)
I'm fucked in the head that's what my therapist says
But I've been feeling so much better sleeping here in your bed
With every kiss I feel a little less sick
Can I stay a little longer 'til I'm finally fixed?
You got me so close
I'm 'boutta breakthrough
I know we both know
It's just an excuse
You're helping me cope
I'm helping you too
We're working on those
Mommy issues