Wilkes and The Coles - Praying Momma

Driving too fast
In a loud dumb truck
Lifted up way to high
Breaking all the hearts all over town
And laughing when you make girls cry

Staying up way too late
Blowing smoke and making mistakes
Well all I got to say is

You musta had a praying Momma
Doing everything you wanna
Outta be six feet under
You musta had a praying
Praying Momma

You put on a smile
When all the while
You're lying straight through your teeth
Buying drinks for the bar on your Daddy's card
Boy you ain't fooling me

I thought for sure somehow
It'd all catch up to you by now
Well I've got it figured out

You musta had a praying Momma
Doing everything you wanna
Outta be six feet under
You musta had a praying
Praying Mom
Musta had a praying Momma
It's gotta the eighth world wonder
You haven't met up with karma
You musta had a praying
Praying Momma

Sunday Mommas's on the front row
Covering all your sins
Monday comes around
And you just start over again

Well you musta had a praying Momma
Doing everything you wanna
Outta be six feet under
You musta had a praying
Praying Mom
Musta had a praying Momma
Doing everything you wanna
Outta be six feet under
You musta had a praying
Praying Mom
Musta had a praying Momma
It's gotta the eighth world wonder
You haven't met up with karma
You musta had a praying
Praying Momma

Written by:
Elizabeth Cole, Emily Hackett, Jason Wilkes, Tiffany Goss

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