Hell You Raised - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Mama said you better watch your mouth if you ain't got nothin' nice to say

Just bat your eyes and keep it quiet

Loose lips sink ships every day

Don't be comin' home late from a night out drinkin'

Sneakin' up the back porch steps

'Cause there's a .44 layin' on the bedside table

And it ain't missed anything yet

Mama tried, but some things just can't be saved

And I know mama's cryin' watchin' her baby girl slip away

I'm the head heathen, the sole reason

Your pretty little heart's been broke

And you know I, I don't mean to get into thе trouble I've come to know

You can takе the credit, you can take the blame

But mama, I'm the hell you raised

There's always an apple on the family tree

That's got a few more bruises than the rest

Mama tried to shine it up real nice

But she could still throw it down with the rest

Her American spirit runs deeper than you think

At the end of a real long day

You could smell it on her breath when she walks in

But I'm a cigarette from the same tray

I'm the head heathen, the sole reason

Your pretty little heart's been broke

And you know I, I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know

You can take the credit, you can take the blame

But mama, I'm the hell you raised

Ooh-woah-oh, yeah

Mama tried to keep the fire from burnin' me

But it was a waste of time

I come by it honestly

I'm the head heathen, the sole reason

Your pretty little heart's been broke

You know I, I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know

I'm the head heathen, the sole reason

Your pretty little heart's been broke

And you know I, I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know

You can take the credit, you can take the blame

Ain't no denyin' we're the same

So you can take the credit, you can take the blame

But mama, I'm the hell you raised