I want new shoes, I want new gloss,
They say “no money,” but I’m the boss.
I check their drawer when they fall asleep,
Ten-dollar bills in a little heap.

Don’t need a job, don’t beg, don’t pray,
I know where they hide their pay.

Snatch it from mom and dad,
It’s the best trick I ever had.
Lip gloss, glitter, bubblegum dreams,
Paid by their boring salaries.
Yeah, snatch it from mom and dad,
They’ll never know, so I’m never sad.

Credit cards in a purse so tight,
I take one out in the Friday night.
Buy a dress they’ll never wear,
Smile so sweet, they don’t even care.

ATM, code on display,
I watched them type it yesterday.

Snatch it from mom and dad,
It’s the best trick I ever had.
Lip gloss, glitter, bubblegum dreams,
Paid by their boring salaries.
Yeah, snatch it from mom and dad,
They’ll never know, so I’m never sad.

They work all day, they cry all year,
I buy my fame with their career.
They think I’m sweet, they think I care,
But I just love their cash to share.

Snatch it from mom and dad,
It’s the best trick I ever had.
Candy-coated crime on a Friday night,
I look so good when I do it right.
Yeah, snatch it from mom and dad,
It’s the mean girl anthem fad.

Thanks for the money, losers.

Snatch it from mom and dad

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Snatch it from mom and dad

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