Yo, Mama of a Tim

Yo, Mama of the Tim, always got a trick up her sleeve— Pouring purple pumpkin soap, yeah, I just can’t believe. She says, “Watch your mouth, William,” but really, it’s a joke— ‘Cause every time I blink, that soap just makes me choke. She’s the queen of clean, but the sass is so strong— I’m just trying to brush it off, but it’s been going on too long. Every time I speak, I get a citrus burst— Mama, you’re a legend, but you’re making me cursed! So I’m laughing it off, yeah, I’m taking the win— But Mama Tim, next time, maybe let’s skip that grin! You say you’re all fancy, but it’s just a microwave hustle. I’m out here waiting for a kitchen masterpiece, but I get the same old struggle. So yeah, Mom, I love you, but where’s that magic touch Mom, you say you’re a chef, but all I see is frozen nuggets on the table. Homemade? Nah, I’m still waiting on that flavo