If Beyoncé Songs Were Really About Being a Mom

To your room, to your room
To your room, to your room
To your room, to your room

Everything you own upside down on the floor
Have I warned you to take care of your stuff, yes
If I say no, please don't cry
And don't keep making that mess, that's not gonna fly
Could you not walk and talk at the same time?
You're a threenager that's on the run
So remove the breakables, let me count to three
Standing in the front yard you talk back
Hearing you've been a terror in class
Ignoring it when you have to pee
You got me twisted
Why you gotta make me count to three?
Why you gotta make me count to three?
I could lose my cool in a minute
Matter fact, I need a minute, baby