Mom, I’m Live

[Verse 1]
Camera on
Chat going crazy
Thumb on “GO LIVE”
Hands kinda shaky
Got the angle right
Loot on the screen
This could be the clip
This could be the dream
Door flies wide
“Take out the trash”
I’m mid-fight
Health bar slashed
She’s in the frame
Holding that broom
“Pause that game”
I’m doomed
[Chorus]
Mom
I’m live
Why you yelling in my doorway?
Trying to grind
Turn this bedroom to a stage
You keep storming through my shot
Like you own this whole damn block
Mom
I’m live
Please just get out of my face before I scream
“back off!”
[Verse 2]
Headset on
She’s raising her voice
“Clean your room
You had a choice”
I’ve got subs to thank
Timers to hit
She’s got lists
And I’m on all of it
Chat starts spamming
“L + chores”
I’m fake-smiling
Heart on the floor
Mute my mic
Roll my eyes
She pulls the plug
“Go outside”
[Chorus]
Mom
I’m live
Why you yelling in my doorway?
Trying to grind
Turn this bedroom to a stage
You keep storming through my shot
Like you own this whole damn block
Mom
I’m live
Please just get out of my face before I scream
“back off!”
[Bridge]
[half-time drums
Muted guitars]
You say it’s just a game
I say it’s how I get paid
You say I’m wasting days
I say I’m building a name
[gang vocals]
You got your lists and lines
I got my clips
My grind
We’re talking at the same time
Never hearing the same side
[crescendo]
[Chorus]

rock, Punchy early-2000s pop-punk with male vocals; crunchy palm-muted guitars in the verses that explode into wide-open power chords on the hook. Tight, busy drums with snare on the 2 and 4; bass doubles the guitars for extra drive. Gang vocals and “whoa-oh”s in the chorus, with a short, snotty halftime breakdown before the final repeat. Vocals sit bright and bratty on top of a clean but aggressive mix., pop, punk