I Hate Covers (But I Love Your Mama’s Ass)

I used to sing the songs that were in the charts
I sang 'bout screwing blondes and their broken hearts
But now I'm done
Mm-mm
Now I'm done
Mm-yeah

I used to sell my soul, tryna score some views
Yeah, did the singers version of the thumbnail boobs
But now I'm done
Mm-mm
Now I'm done
Mm-yeah

Uh, yeah
By the way, I can still listen to covers
I don't think it's fun but I can leave it to the others
Pentatonix, Boyce, Kurt, and many, many more
They do awesome covers but to me, it's a boring chore
I'm happy that I did some, I don't wanna rewind
I just wanna tell you all exactly what's on my mind
My priority is not to be the one who's revined
I just wanna write a song about your mama's behind

I hate covers but I love your mama's ass
It's so firm, and yet it's really got the mass
Don't need her sass
Just a backstage pass
I hate covers but I love your mama's ass

Yeah, I'm back with the YOLO cap
This time it's a smaller generation gap
But when those buns come jigglin'
I'm like a school boy giggling
Yeah, it's true I hate doing covers
But I could get under her's, be lovers
Please her 'till she passes out, gone when she recovers
That is what I do to all the other's mothers

I hate covers but I love your mama's ass
It's so firm and yet it's really got the mass
Don't need her sass
Just a backstage pass
I hate covers but I love your mama's ass

I hate covers but I love your mama's ass
Yeah, she's fifty but her booty's still world class
Don't need her sass
Just a backstage pass
I hate covers but I love your mama's ass