Real Deal Momma

I keep smiling at the truck stop, gonna forget about my bills Needing badly to get over, so I'm looking for a new deal I try to make enough to share, it turns out I got no friends I'm watching the phone, now do I wanna make amends? My head is a disaster, my mittens in the dirt I'm out all night just drinking, sinking helium in every word 'Cause I'm the real deal momma, I've still got a lot to prove May be confused about a few things, but honey, I'm on the move Well, I knew a dude for years but his name I won't recall With an axe up in the air, You'd swear that he was nearly ten feet tall Blood spraying everywhere, you'd think he puts it down with style But he's slashing at your throat as he flashes that big-toothed smile Oh, he came from the suburbs, but he's wearing country clothes Custom embroidery, so everybody knows He's the real deal momma, he's sure got a lot to prove I do wish he'd spare some of the Bullshit and give me something I can use Nostradamus at the office is making sure that he gets his Savage in the wild, bashing heads and swinging sticks Sometimes I like to dream that I am lost at sea I don't know why but I'm always trying To buy something everybody gets for free Oh, it's highly likely that I'm gonna disappear So I'm hanging on with everything I've got, I'm gonna fight for another year 'Cause I'm the real deal momma, I've still got a lot to lose May be confused about a few things, but honey, I'm on the move