Papa Bless

Mama be cookin it all day
But it ain't okay
Cept for the romaine
Shoulda made filets
Pale as an ashtray
Now she be askin Dad to pray
But the meat is just too grey
Tell her to get out the kitchen
Cause she be burnin the chicken

Papa bless
Mother's mess

Daddy be praying it goes down
We ain't lookin like we clowns
When we eatin Mama's recipes

Mom's searching with her hopeful eyes
Trying to see if we disguised
Hoping that we'll put her heart at ease

The reaper comes
Death grips my gut
I'm sorry Mom
But I'm more sorry for my stomach it'll rest in peace

Papa bless
Mother's mess

Rip that recipe
May it rest in peace



Credits
Writer(s): Zac Parkinson
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