Mom's Birthday by Joy Bomb

Birthday, birthday
call that shit a holiday

wait, i gotta bleep that
track is for my mom

..My bad, imma keep it clean
P to the G but i'll be danged if i don't celebrate
wizard with the words, on the mic i don't hesitate
got the kinda rhymes that make a hater start to levitate

Birthday, birthday
maybe eat a cake day
maybe for my momma bake some goods to be devoured
sift the dries, add the wets
whisk some eggs, go bananas
utilize my baking power

Heard a special lady likes the track where we made supper
got the call last week, two words: "make another"
easy, i'll make a beat in my sleep
heat on, joy bomb, made 2 then 3

To me it's all the easy part
mix it up like iron chef umami
in my habitat with some habits that
either got me writing hits or in the kitchen making lemon tarts

B love you know who it is playas don't play
mom said she wanted me to write a song for her birthday
you ain't gotta twist my arm we got GG here too?
it's over for all y'all

Ms. Laura, one of my favorite moms
three for three on raising some bada** sons
if I had two cakes I would give you one
if I only had one cake I would give you some

Ms. Laura, you're my best friend's mom
that means you're my best friend when my best friend's gone
I know he didn't get that sense of humor from me
sensible and loving in the first degree

Shares birthdays with Snowden and Sartre,
William, Prince of Wales and Gal Gadot
a truth telling, existential, royal celebrity
honestly, I'd probably bet on you against anything

I'd say you're nice just like the A and F trains
actually I'd say you're nice AF ma'am
happy birthday from your sons to you
your bio sons and their middle homie, too

Been a ranger for the longest and I got the photo evidence
lime green room near Murderbu the ex-residence
and I don't tint my glass with rose but
once the dough comes out the stove I cut the sug with cinnamon
only my momma need be listening
never been but had I went I wouldn't wanna see the pen again
hit up Lil Debbie but he chickened out on picking up the pen again

Guess I'll change the predicates
I got neverending recipes
you ain't even gotta ask, my love for you's a guarantee
picking berries behind Evergreen
deep cut memory I wouldn't trade for anything
and those moments live eternally
not about to shed a tear but if I did it wouldn't be embarrassing
happy birthday to my momma
happy birthday to infinity

• Rock
• Roommates
• buttcrack
• drunkcore
• homiecore
• indie pop
• Knoxville