Real Deal Momma - White Denim

I keep smiling at the truck stop, gonna forget about my bills

Needing baby to get over soon, I’m looking for a new deal

I try to make enough to share, it turns out I’ve got no friends

I’m watching the phone, (I'm gonna) I’m gonna make amends

My head is a disaster, my mittens in the dirt

I’m out all night just drinking, sinking helium and every word

Cause I’m the real deal momma, I’ve still got a lot to prove

May be confusing about a few things, but honey, I’m on the move

Well I knew a dude for years but his name I won’t recall

When it hangs up in the air you’d swear that he was nearly ten feet tall

Blood spraying everywhere, you’d think

But he’s slashing at your floor, but he flashes that big toothed smile

Oh, he came from the suburbs, but he’s wearing country clothes

Custom embroidery, so everybody knows

He’s the real deal momma, he’s sure got a lot to prove

I do wish he’d spare some of the bullshit, and give me something I can use

Nostradamus at the office is making sure that he gets his

Savage in the wild, bashing heads and swinging sticks

Sometimes I like to dream that I am lost at sea

I don’t know why but I’m always trying to buy something everybody gets for free

It’s highly unlikely that I’m gonna disappear

So I’m hanging on with everything I’ve got, I’m gonna fight for another year

'Cause I’m the real deal momma, I’ve still got a lot to lose

May be confusing about a few things, but honey, I’m on the move