Tired Ass Hoes

[Verse]
Well, the rooster’s crowin’, but I’m out the door,
Slappin’ on my boots, leavin’ crumbs on the floor.
Two jobs to juggle, one’s nine to five,
The other’s a night shift, keepin’ dreams alive.
[Prechorus]
Daddy’s at home, in his sweatpants throne,
Wranglin’ toddlers and a sink overgrown.
[Chorus]
Tired ass hoes, that’s the life I chose,
Serving up tequila where the neon glows.
Mama’s got the hustle, daddy’s got the woes,
We’re just makin’ it work, 'cause that’s how it goes.
[Verse 2]
Mornings are chaos, cereal on the wall,
Kids screamin’ loud like a rooster’s call.
By night, I’m slingin’ drinks in a smoky haze,
Watchin’ glitter rain down in a neon maze.
[Prechorus]
Daddy’s at home, he’s raisin’ his voice,
Barbies in the blender, he questions his choice.
[Chorus]
Tired ass hoes, yeah, the grind just flows,
Swappin’ baby bottles for whiskey and shows.
Mama’s got the hustle, daddy’s got the woes,
We’re the kings and queens of the life we compose.

acoustic-driven with honky-tonk piano and a touch of fiddle; female vocals, musical, country, witty, theme