You are a child playing dress-up
Wearing clothes too big for you
You think acting like a grown-up
Will make you grown-up too

You talk the talk, walk the walk
Fooling all people you know
They may believe you, I know better
I can see its a show

Living 100 feet from your mother
Doesn't make you mature
You said I let my parents control my life
But your whole world revolves around her

You might have a fancy car
But your daddy gifted the key
Sorry I do not have a vehicle
I don't get expensive presents handed to me

Time turned you into a self-righteous asshold
Your behavior making me sick
I have to be honest, since you moved back home
You have been a pretentious ****