Break a Sweat

I get on the court with her

And I’m supposed to be upset

Because I know what she said about me

How I’m raising my kid

So yeah, I want to fucking kill her

That’s what makes sense

But I haven’t slept in two days

Thinking about this match

Thinking about…

And I shouldn’t have to

Walk over and shake her hand

And pretend I’m not pissed about

What I’m pissed about

This whole good sportsmanship thing is nice

But I don’t see it as being necessary

The boys get mad at each other

All the time

And people think it’s good for them

They think it fuels

The spirit

Of the competition

But when it’s me and some other, uh

Female athlete

They think we’re catty or something

They think it’s funny

It’s a joke

They don’t know

That I’d fucking kill that girl

And think nothing of it

I’d fucking rip her hands off

You know that?

You know how bad

I’d like to fucking hurt her?

I mean, really hurt her?

But we’ve got a game

We’ve got a game

And I’ve got something to prove

She has the audacity

To say I’m not a good mother?

That I don’t see my kid?

Do you know the shit I’ve done

For my kid?

Do you know what I was doing

Before I had all this going on?

I didn’t have some rich daddy

Getting me lessons

With some private tutor

I had to make my own way

And that meant doing

Some really fucked up shit

But now my kid has a swimming pool

She has a team of people

Who do nothing

But take care of her

She’s never going to know

A hard day for the rest of her life

The only hard days she’s going to have

Are the ones she remembers

From back when we didn’t have shit

And when she sees her mom on the court

She’s going to know

That you can get the shit kicked out of you

And you can still wind up all right

Better than all right

You can walk up to some bitch

Who doesn’t know you

And talks like she does

And say--

Fuck you, bitch

Then you can beat her ass

And that’s how you can say

What you wanna say

Without having

To put hands on her

You know what I mean?

And that’s being a good mother

That’s how you raise a kid

Maybe it’s not cookie-baking

And PTA shit

But it’s still got value

It still means something

I walk onto the court

And I know she’s got her stuff

And I’ve got my stuff

And we don’t need

To like each other

We just need to play

And maybe she’s got

Something she needs to prove too

That’s when you’ve got a match

On your hands

That’s when you know

You’re going to break

A sweat