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