Mommas Favorite Chair
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I sit in my home, butt naked, in my mommas favorite chair
With a pencil and a pad and alot of hate to share
With no morals to go through
I just told glass to produce something I can grab a shit talking pussys throat too
I fiend for anger, I seek the adrenaline more
I treat people like shit to get treated like shit
So I can get mad and write another verse I won't ever record
Then I get bored and trash em' and I bet their still better than yours
What would I respect you for?
There ain't no better metaphor to address you more than attention whore
Industry slut, getting plugged like an extension cord by the boss
Now my tempers like the seven dwarfs, hella short
Never before have I spent my time preaching hate
But im a 17 year old who stays inside and eats all day,
I ran out of topics so I punch myself til I got a bleeding face....
Then write a verse to alleviate the freakin pain
Like yea, I got socked in the face im goin to the hospital
Really I go to the freezer for a chocolate popsicle
Its impossible for me to be social again, all I talk about is rap...And they dont give a shit
They ain't amused...
Please stop assuming in my grade, im cool
Im a weirdo in all black who everyone hates at school
Thats why when you say you look up to me, I remain confused
The only folks I chill with do it cause they think ima be famous soon
And yall wanna give me tips, this that, that this, market like THIS,
I promise youll attract masses, man thats mad average
I say share my video or ill fuckin kill you, you can hashtag that shit
I start my day with no hesitation, I wake up, watch sam and cat, jack off,
And im medicated to brainwash my generation
Im 17 with the mentality of a pissed off 40 year old who never made it
My mom calls it ambition, my producer calls it stupid,
My teacher calls it sit the hell down and stop scaring the students,
My fans call it passion, my friends dont know I have it like
My psychologist calls it "can you please untie me?" NO
I told you, I wanna be staying in trouble
Im just mad my engineer said that I ain't really humble
All I did was rap about being the best now, its true
Then told him to bow down when I stepped out the booth
What the fucks the issue?? You wanna fuckin tissue??
Cry about it while I fuckin hit you
And stop asking to battle, just cause im a rapper doesnt mean I love to diss you,
Ill just continue to punch and kick you like its rough ju jitsu
When I throw a punch, I ain't gonna miss you
Youll end up running away.....And I still won't fuckin miss you




And ever since I released "talk to you" teen girls begun to care for me
But they dont know im just a 40 year old with a rare disease

Overall Meaning

In "Momma's Favorite Chair" by Token, the artist describes his process of writing music and his mindset while doing so. He is in his mother's favorite chair, completely naked, with a pencil and a pad. He is filled with hate and has no morals to filter his thoughts. He orders his producer, Glass, to make a beat that he can use to attack his enemies. Token seeks the adrenaline rush from anger, treating people terribly in order to provoke them into attacking him, which he can then use as fuel for even more intense verses. He admits that he has become bored with this process and felt that his trash-talking opponents were still better than his work. The artist's anger is fueled by his frustration about not being accepted in his school as he wears all black and is seen as weird. The only people he feels he can associate with are those who hope he will be famous soon.


The lyrics shed light on Token's psychological challenges as a 17-year-old struggling with fame and reputation. As he finds it hard to connect with his peers and is faced with pressure from the music industry to market himself a certain way, Token's talent is both his saving grace and curse as it takes over his entire life. He is expected to be humble by his engineer while making music about being "the best." The line "my mom calls it ambition, my producer calls it stupid, my teacher calls it 'sit the hell down and stop scaring the students'" highlights a critical theme within which Token is grappling. So while he acknowledges that he has some teenage-like tendencies like watching Sam and Cat or eating all day, his need to stay angry and authentic is what sets his music apart from others.


Several interesting details exist concerning the song:


· The song was released on December 7, 2016, and was produced by Nottz.


· It was the fourth song released as a part of Token's album "Eraser Shavings," which released on March 3, 2018.


· The album's artwork is a photo of Token's notebook, which featured the lyrics of the album's songs.


· The song features minimalist beats, and the sounds that Token uses symbolize the anger he is trying to convey.


· The inclusion of the fact that Token is naked while in his mother's favourite chair emphasizes his aggressiveness and the dark nature of his music.


· The song makes extensive use of symbolism- the phrase "momma's favorite chair" may have deeper meaning that lies beyond its literal message.


· "Momma's Favorite Chair" changed Token's life when it went viral and led to his widespread recognition.


· Token first gained traction after he was invited to perform on Sway Calloway's morning show in March 2017, which is when he debuted "Momma's Favourite Chair."


· The song's popularity caught the attention of Ruff Ryders, and in October 2017, Token became the first artist outside of Ruff Ryders' mainstream.


As for the chords, the song does not have any substantial guitar or piano chords as the focus is mainly on the lyrics and the rap.


Line by Line Meaning

I sit in my home, butt naked, in my mommas favorite chair
I'm in my home sitting naked in my mom's favorite seat.


With a pencil and a pad and alot of hate to share
I have a lot of hatred to share and I'm writing it down.


With no morals to go through
I have no principles.


I just told glass to produce something I can grab a shit talking pussys throat too
I am looking for an opportunity to hurt someone through my words.


I fiend for anger, I seek the adrenaline more
I am addicted to the rush of rage.


I treat people like shit to get treated like shit
I mistreat people to feel like a victim.


So I can get mad and write another verse I won't ever record
To get inspired to write another song, I make myself upset and angry.


Then I get bored and trash em' and I bet their still better than yours
After writing my songs, I tend to discard them despite their quality.


What would I respect you for?
What is there in you to gain my admiration?


There ain't no better metaphor to address you more than attention whore
There is no insult better suited for you than calling you an attention-seeker.


Industry slut, getting plugged like an extension cord by the boss
You are like an extension cord that is being used by those who have power over you.


Now my tempers like the seven dwarfs, hella short
My temper is easily triggered and short-tempered.


Never before have I spent my time preaching hate
I have never before spent my time spreading hate.


But im a 17 year old who stays inside and eats all day,
I am a 17-year-old who stays indoors all day and eats excessively.


I ran out of topics so I punch myself til I got a bleeding face....
When I run out of ideas, I harm myself to find inspiration.


Then write a verse to alleviate the freakin pain
After hurting myself, I write a song to distract myself from the pain.


Like yea, I got socked in the face im goin to the hospital
I pretend that I got hurt badly in my music to attract attention.


Really I go to the freezer for a chocolate popsicle
In reality, I just go to the freezer to grab a chocolate popsicle.


Its impossible for me to be social again, all I talk about is rap...And they dont give a shit
I can't have social interactions because all I do is talk about rap and nobody cares to listen.


They ain't amused...
They find me uninteresting and boring.


Please stop assuming in my grade, im cool
Stop assuming that I'm popular in school.


Im a weirdo in all black who everyone hates at school
I'm the outsider who nobody likes in school.


Thats why when you say you look up to me, I remain confused
I don't understand why people would look up to me.


The only folks I chill with do it cause they think ima be famous soon
The only people I hang out with believe that I will become famous one day.


And yall wanna give me tips, this that, that this, market like THIS,
People try to give me advice like 'market your music like this'.


I promise youll attract masses, man thats mad average
Advising me to market my music conventionally is not impressive.


I say share my video or ill fuckin kill you, you can hashtag that shit
I threaten people who don't share my music with death.


I start my day with no hesitation, I wake up, watch sam and cat, jack off,
I start my day without any delay by watching TV and masturbating.


And im medicated to brainwash my generation
I am on medication that causes brainwashing for my generation.


Im 17 with the mentality of a pissed off 40 year old who never made it
I have the attitude of an angry 40-year-old who has never become successful even though I am only 17.


My mom calls it ambition, my producer calls it stupid,
My mom and producer have different views about my attitude - my mom calls it ambition while my producer thinks it is foolish.


My teacher calls it sit the hell down and stop scaring the students,
My teacher tells me off for being disruptive and scaring the other students.


My fans call it passion, my friends dont know I have it like
My fans believe that my attitude is passionately driven while my friends have no idea what I am like.


My psychologist calls it 'can you please untie me?' NO
My psychologist has a negative view of my attitude and is not interested in treating me.


I told you, I wanna be staying in trouble
I want to stay in trouble and be provocative.


Im just mad my engineer said that I ain't really humble
I am irritated that my engineer thinks I lack humility.


All I did was rap about being the best now, its true
I talked about being the best rapper, and it has come true.


Then told him to bow down when I stepped out the booth
I demanded that my engineer bow down when I finished recording the song.


What the fucks the issue?? You wanna fuckin tissue??
What is wrong with you? Do you need a tissue?


Cry about it while I fuckin hit you
You can cry all you want while I attack you violently.


And stop asking to battle, just cause im a rapper doesnt mean I love to diss you,
Stop asking me to rap battle just because I'm a rapper, I don't like to argue with people.


Ill just continue to punch and kick you like its rough ju jitsu
Instead of rapping, I would rather physically assault you.


When I throw a punch, I ain't gonna miss you
If I decide to assault you, there is no doubt that I won't miss.


Youll end up running away.....And I still won't fuckin miss you
Even if you run away, I will continue to pursue you and attack you.


And ever since I released 'talk to you' teen girls begun to care for me
Since I released 'talk to you,' teenage girls have been interested in me.


But they dont know im just a 40 year old with a rare disease
What they don't know is that I am actually a 40-year-old man with a rare medical condition.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Ben Goldberg

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