White Denim – Real Deal Momma lyrics

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