There’s tobacco in my sheets
I know you won’t be proud
Always taught me not to be the kind of woman that I seem to be becoming now
There’s an empty bag of somethin’
On the table by my bed
Yeah, I know you wouldn’t like it but
It’s the only thing that gets in .. head
So mama, I hope you understand
‘Cause when daddy broke your heart, I held your hand
I’m not a smoker or a drinker
Just a crazy overthinker
And I need a little medicine
I hope your broken heart, it understands
Someone that I hardly know
Knockin’ at my door
He’s a pretty good distraction, but he’s not even a fraction of the one before
And if I’m being honest
I’m starting to scare myself
No, I hate to disappoint you but if I can’t tell you, I can’t tell nobody else
So mama, I hope you understand
‘Cause I watched you hiding tears when daddy ran
Were you a smoker or a drinker?
Just a crazy overthinker
And I need a little medicine
I hope your broken heart, it understands
I swear, I’m sorry if I’m letting you down
But did you ever feel how I’m feeling now?
Can you tell me how you felt .. now?
Can you be my h**ne?
‘Cause God, I tried everything
So mama, I hope you understand
How you still raised up my brother to a man
Were you a smoker or a drinker?
Or a crazy overthinker?
Did you need a little medicine?
I hope your broken heart, it understands