I can't help the way I want
I was born on a Friday
Need new air in my lungs
Lovin' me a good sideways
My disciples are only happy when I'm leading
Saying: It's too late to be a crooner
I'm okay with
Being a late bloomer
Mama, I'm going sideways
(Oh whoa)
Mama, I'm going sideways
(Oh whoa)
Do you feel like you want to feel?
(Hey yeah yea)
Smiling, dancing, make believing I was happy
But the prettier the picture, the bored-er the bitch is
It was a Sunday or someday or a something
And I was getting ready, dressed up for nothing
Ain't got nothing on my agenda
Still no time to call my Mama, mama, mama
Mama, I'm going sideways
(Oh whoa)
Mama, I'm going sideways
(Oh whoa)
Do you feel like you want to feel?
(Hey yeah yea)
It was a Tuesday and I was the Lizard Queen
Had on my cheap jeans and I was dreaming
Heavy, wholeheartedly
About the things I want to be
And all the things I wasn't --
I knew I'd need a budget
Got me a job and planned real good
But all the planning didn't go as it should
I was distracted by the people walking faster than me
I'm going sideways
(Oh whoa)
I'm going sideways
(Oh whoa)
Do you feel like you want to feel?
(Hey yeah yea)
Like you want to feel?
(Hey yeah yea)
Like you need to feel?
(Hey yeah yea)