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Rasta Mom

Genres

country, funk, kids, pop, rock, swing

Style

reggae funk fusion classic roots reggae rhythm guitar Reggae, Ska, Rock, Pop Rock funky bass groove reggae drums with off beat emphasis hammond organ stabs brass section punchy and celebratory warm female lead vocal with attitude and joy call and response backing vocals upbeat and infectious 92 bpm live band feel joyful and confident, ‑no heavy metal, ‑no arena rock, ‑no autotune, ‑no EDM trap, ‑no sad minor key, ‑no Boston guitars, ‑no country, ‑no hip hop, ‑no aggressive delivery

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Lyrics

[Intro 🔥][Energy: Mid]
(reggae guitar skank — immediate and infectious)
(bass drops underneath, funky and warm)
(organ stabs, brass punches)
(the sound of someone who found their groove)

[Verse 1 ☕][Energy: Mid]
(warm female vocal — confident, slightly amused)
Six in the morning
Someone's standing on my head
Didn't sleep past five
Since I can't remember when

Cheerios on the floor
Cartoon on the TV
Two small humans
Running the whole show
Including me

But I've got my music
And I've got my groove
And nobody's taking that
No matter what they do

[Pre-Chorus][Energy: Build]
(bass walks up, brass enters)
They said motherhood
Would change you
They were right
But not the way
They meant

[Chorus 🔥][Energy: Explosive]
(full reggae funk band — infectious and joyful)
Rasta Mom
She handles it with rhythm
Rasta Mom
Got reggae in her soul
White girl
Found her groove
And nobody
Can take it

Rasta Mom
Chaos is her calling
Rasta Mom
She rises every time
Two kids
Full hands
Full heart
Full music

That's the Rasta Mom
That's mine

[Verse 2 ☕][Energy: Mid]
(drops back — guitar skank and voice)
Three year old boy
Is a force of nature
Ninety miles an hour
From the moment
He wakes

Year and a half
And she's already
Running the room
Giving Mama
Everything
It takes

Snack time
Nap time
Somebody's crying
Somebody's laughing
Somebody needs
Something
Right now

But the bass line's playing
In her head
All day long
And she moves through
All of it
Like she knows the song

[Pre-Chorus][Energy: Build]
(organ rises, brass tightens)
They said you'll lose yourself
She said
Watch me
Find myself
Instead

[Chorus 🔥][Energy: Explosive]
Rasta Mom
She handles it with rhythm
Rasta Mom
Got reggae in her soul
White girl
Found her groove
And nobody
Can take it

Rasta Mom
Chaos is her calling
Rasta Mom
She rises every time
Two kids
Full hands
Full heart
Full music

That's the Rasta Mom
That's mine

[Bridge ☕][Energy: Low]
(bass and organ only — laid back and warm)
Nobody handed her
A manual
Nobody said
This is how
You do it

She just showed up
Every day
With love
And a playlist
That keeps her
Moving through it

Reggae when it's hard
Funk when it's loud
Something with a groove
For every kind
Of crowd

And her crowd
Is two feet tall
And completely
In charge

And she loves them
For it
Every
Chaotic
Beautiful
Day

[Bridge 🔥][Energy: Explosive]
(full band erupts — brass blazing, bass driving)
Because this is what
A Rasta Mom does

She doesn't just
Survive it
She grooves through it

She doesn't just
Manage it
She moves through it

With rhythm
And love
And a bass line
In her heart
That says —

You were made
For exactly
This

[Final Chorus 🔥🔥][Energy: Explosive]
(full band — call and response, everyone in)
Rasta Mom
(Rasta Mom)
She handles it with rhythm
Rasta Mom
(Rasta Mom)
Got reggae in her soul

White girl
Found her groove
And she owns it
Every morning
Every bedtime
Every beautiful
Chaotic
Moment

Rasta Mom
(that's her)
Chaos is her calling
Rasta Mom
(she rises)
Every single time

Two kids
Full hands
Full heart
Full music

That's the Rasta Mom

That's
My
Girl

[Outro ☕][Energy: Mid][Fade Out]
(reggae skank returns — warm and easy)
(bass walks out, organ holds)
(brass fades last)
(backing vocals hum)

Rasta Mom
(Rasta Mom)
Rasta Mom
(she's got it)

...groove on