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High Momma, Low Drama"
(Verse 1)
She got a minivan full of wild dreams,
Juice boxes flyin’, somebody screams.
Work calls buzzin’, bills in a pile,
But she handles it all with that calm mom smile.
She’s been up since five, made lunch and peace,
Cleaned up glitter from the dog at least.
Her secret weapon ain’t no spa retreat—
Just a little green magic she keeps real discreet.
(Chorus)
High momma, low drama,
Floatin’ through the storm like a peaceful llama.
Takes a puff, lets the stress just slide,
Laughin’ at life with her red-eye pride.
She’s raisin’ the roof while raisin’ some kids,
Gettin’ through the madness with a hit and a grin.
(Verse 2)
PTA meetings and tantrum tears,
She’s seen it all over too many years.
Burned the roast, forgot the game,
Still showin’ up with zero shame.
She’s the queen of multitaskin’ time,
Rolls a joint like she rolls a rhyme.
Tuckin’ ‘em in with a bedtime book,
Then lightin’ one up when no one looks.
(Chorus)
High momma, low drama,
Couch chillin' in her pink pajamas.
Sippin’ tea with a touch of haze,
Findin’ her peace in a smoky daze.
She's a warrior mom in a tie-dye cape,
Savin' the world with a lil' escape.
(Bridge)
She don’t need much—just her kids, her tunes,
And that jar of calm under the moon.
From laundry mountains to late-night whines,
She’s takin' it easy one toke at a time.
(Final Chorus)
High momma, low drama,
Stronger than a double shot of karma.
Let the world throw what it’s gonna throw—
She’s got her vibe and it’s set on glow.
Yeah, she’s holdin’ it down, doin’ her best,
With a cloud of calm and a whole lotta zest.
(Outro)
Here’s to the moms who blaze their own trail—
With love in their lungs and hearts that don’t fail.
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indie rock, punk, trip hope, female