Mamas

**Song Title: "Mama's Sleepy"** (Trap Rock / Horrorcore Rap-Rock vibe)

**Style Notes:**

Tech N9ne-style choppy multisyllabic flows in the verses, heavy nu-metal/rock energy on the chorus (Think Tool x Imagine Dragons grit with distorted guitars, heavy drums, and a haunting trap beat underneath). Dark, raw, autobiographical — childhood trauma, defiance, attention through chaos. Fast-paced rap sections building to screamed/sung choruses.

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**[Intro]** (spoken/slow, eerie, almost talking to self)

Yeah... you say I act all crazy...

'Cause I lash out... talk to myself more than I talk to you...

**[Chorus]** (rock hook, melodic but aggressive — sing/shout with distortion)

Mama's passed out now, hit it and passed out quick

Left the water boiling on the stove, cigarette still lit

She's sleepy, she's trying, but my ass is what I think

Snoring logs fast, so I'll sit and watch TV

Go lay your ass down — that's what I always said

Four years old with a pirate mouth, fuck you in my head

You beat my ass graceful, but I ain't feel a thing

Laughing in your face, blissfully — this the only way I get attention

**[Verse 1]** (fast choppy rap flow)

You say I act all crazy 'cause I lash out,

Talk to myself more than I talk to y'all, no doubt

Really it's no shame, I answer my questions the way I like to think

Make sense to myself, no matter the trouble it brings

You'll never understand me and that's too bad

I'm done explaining shit, never heard a word I said, it's sad but it's true

Internal dialogue louder than the room

Black-and-white thinking got me wired like a cartoon

Mama's world spinning slow while mine's a hurricane

I scream at the mirror just to feel something again

**[Chorus]**

**[Verse 2]** (slower, storytelling flow — build intensity)

Mama's passed out now, hit it and passed out quick

Left the water boiling on the stove, cigarette still in her fingers lit

She's sleepy, she's trying my ass is what I think

Snoring logs fast so I'll sit and watch TV, remote in my grip

Turn this up loud, drown out the silence in the house

Smoke curling up while her eyes stay shut, no way out

I poke the bear gentle, "Go sit your ass down somewhere"

Wake her up just to see those sleepy eyes glare

**[Bridge]** (half-sung, emotional, building to scream)

At four years old, mouth on me like the pirates did

"Fuck you" I'd tell her and she'd beat my ass graceful

I ain't feeling a thing so I'm laughing in her face blissfully

It's the only way I get attention whenever Mama's sleepy

Seems to be a lot these days, numbered in short trees respectively

Hit the cigarette with those heavy lids, "Watch your mouth" — her words hit me