YBN Cordae 05. Thanksgiving

It's perfect, okay

Mac and cheese up in the oven‚ grandma finished cookin'

Thanksgiving 'round the corner‚ need banana pudding

Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't

Might not make it to Christmas

But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day

A good day in the making‚ but you never stay

I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga

Why you fakin' on the real? (Uh‚ yeah, yeah)

You see I brought you home to mama

Introduced you to my cousins

Met my aunties and my uncles

Know they crazy, they be buggin'‚ but

Promise that I got you, didn't bring you here for nothin'

Know we fightin', plus the arguments just lead into the fucking

Though some things never rearrange, I know we needin' change

Altogether through a deeper lane, come through, release the pain

I can be your ibuprofen, keep it real what I be hoping

Know you see all of it's destined, yeah, our shit was highly chosen

By the universe, the stars align, your love is far divine

Plus I'm really glad you keep it G, that shit is hard to find

Not to mention my intentions was always evolving time

Girl, I hope I'm in your future 'cause I know you fall in mine, uh

Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin'

Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding

Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't

Might not make it to Christmas

But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day

A good day in the making, but you never stay

I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga

Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah, yeah)

You see I've always been an overthinker

I've always been the type to analyze

To no surprise that you hold the team up

The way this ship was built, there's no way that the loads could sink us

A humble shawty, model type, walking Vogue demeanor

But anyway, through many days

We on the block where Jenny stays

Honey baked ham with Henny glaze

Abraham inheritance, shawty, we plenty paid

Bonnie Clyde high speed chase, a renegade, but

Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin'

Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding

Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't

Might not make it to Christmas

But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day

A good day in the making, but you never stay

I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga

Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah)