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[Verse 1]
Seventeen
But I feel forty
Court dates on the fridge door
Phone calls through a scratched-up window
His voice echoing in the kitchen floor
Mama sleeping on the sofa
Eyes glassed over
TV glow
I learned bills before I learned prom dress
Packed my dreams in a plastic tote
[Pre-Chorus]
He said
"Baby
I can save you"
Pulled me out
Then let me drown
Thought it was love
Thought it was shelter
Whole little world flipped upside down (upside down)
[Chorus]
I never got to be a kid
But I'ma be the best mom I can
Tiny hand wrapped ‘round my finger
Pulled my heart into a new plan
Yeah
I grew up way too fast
But I won't pass you what I had
You gon’ know soft
You gon’ know safe
I'll break every chain from my past
I never got to be a kid
But you'll see how a best mom loves
[Verse 2]
Sixteen with a swollen belly
School halls felt like a trial
Whispers trailing behind my backpack
But you kicked and made me smile
WIC card in my wallet
Late nights
Rocking through the fear
Learning lullabies from old cartoons
Helping you breathe when I wiped my tears
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody had an answer
"Girl
Your life is over now"
But every time you curl up on my chest
I swear I feel my second chance somehow (somehow)
[Chorus]
I never got to be a kid
But I'ma be the best mom I can
Tiny hand wrapped ‘round my finger
Pulled my heart into a new plan
Yeah
I grew up way too fast
But I won't pass you what I had
You gon’ know soft
You gon’ know safe
I'll break every chain from my past
I never got to be a kid
But you'll see how a best mom loves
[Bridge]
Maybe I stumble
Maybe I snap (mm)
Maybe some nights I just collapse
But I keep your picture by the bed
To remind me why I can’t go back
[Chorus]
I never got to be a kid
But I'ma be the best mom I can
Tiny hand wrapped ‘round my finger
Pulled my heart into a new plan
Yeah
I grew up way too fast
But I won't pass you what I had
You gon’ know soft
You gon’ know safe
I'll break every chain from my past
I never got to be a kid
But you'll see how a best mom loves (best mom)
Details
GeneratedJan 30, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow-burn trap ballad with female vocals; intimate piano and filtered pads under confessional verses, 808-style low end sliding in on the pre-chorus. Big, anthemic hook with stacked harmonies and airy ad-libs; drums pull back on the bridge to let the vocal crack and build into a final, determined chorus.
Credits
Prompt bydez
ModelAria v5
Prompt
I was 17 female grew up way to fast daddy in jail mama on meth, a older man came in my life turned it upsidedown had a kid at 16 now im tryna figure it out never gotta be a kid but ima be the best mom
