Mom's Drunk Lyrics

Amps Mom's Drunk

Oooooh how
generate the wave
on the ground
deep cleeeaow
a photopass
four words of hate
me I'm packing bleak, yeah

Her refrain
spred over the stars
a stock went by
me I'm satisfied
Oooooh how
generate the wave
generate the way

Oooooh how
generate the way