Natalie chahal - Mummy's Boy lyrics

You're a p**y gotta call your mum We've been over and over this song I got nothing to say to you now You got a problem Oh wow You wanna go home So put your shoes on You wanna go home home You wanna go home So put your shoes on You wanna go home home She made you She made you this way And now I have to live with it Every single day How did I end up with someone like that I'm in prison And you are the rat You wanna go home You want a cuddle You wanna go home home You wanna go home Milk from the bottle You wanna go home home Cut the cord The cord Cut Actually, don't bother NANANANA We all know who's your number one Turns out it's your serial mum You didn't have a hope in hell I don't blame you Oh well I'm gonna go home I got my shoes on I'm gonna go home home I'm gonna go home I called the uber And you're a loser