Cornbread
You are the calm
When the storm breaks
Your kiss is
Hot water cornbread
Hot water corn
Hot water cornbread
Food for the soul
Honest, feeling the wind and the waves uh
Call it, sinking I need a compatriot
Who's all in
That's cornbread to me
That's how you make me feel
Already, got you a seat the table
Ya calm me, on days I scratch on the eight ball
Honest, that's cornbread to me
That's what family means
Small circle, growing up like Urkel
Couldn't see my purpose, only see the surface
Inside maybe was hurting
Only open curtains writing these verses
Cladded in iron, cladded in steel
Created environments just to heal
Just to heal, just to heal.
You are the calm
When the storm breaks
Your kiss is
Hot water cornbread
Hot water corn
Hot water cornbread
Food for the soul
This ain't box of Kraft
This ain't can of Libby
This is fried outside, breaded in the center
Malinda Williams
That Frenchy's Chicken
That cooking made yo mama quit and start her business
That made from love
That born from struggle
That head above water when the moon is tugging
The lore of fables that the Lord enables
When I see your face from across the table
Love
Oh love
Oh love
Oh
You are the calm
When the storm breaks
Your kiss is
Hot water cornbread
Hot water corn
Hot water cornbread
Food for the soul
For the soul
When the storm breaks
Your kiss is
Hot water cornbread
Hot water corn
Hot water cornbread
Food for the soul
Honest, feeling the wind and the waves uh
Call it, sinking I need a compatriot
Who's all in
That's cornbread to me
That's how you make me feel
Already, got you a seat the table
Ya calm me, on days I scratch on the eight ball
Honest, that's cornbread to me
That's what family means
Small circle, growing up like Urkel
Couldn't see my purpose, only see the surface
Inside maybe was hurting
Only open curtains writing these verses
Cladded in iron, cladded in steel
Created environments just to heal
Just to heal, just to heal.
You are the calm
When the storm breaks
Your kiss is
Hot water cornbread
Hot water corn
Hot water cornbread
Food for the soul
This ain't box of Kraft
This ain't can of Libby
This is fried outside, breaded in the center
Malinda Williams
That Frenchy's Chicken
That cooking made yo mama quit and start her business
That made from love
That born from struggle
That head above water when the moon is tugging
The lore of fables that the Lord enables
When I see your face from across the table
Love
Oh love
Oh love
Oh
You are the calm
When the storm breaks
Your kiss is
Hot water cornbread
Hot water corn
Hot water cornbread
Food for the soul
For the soul
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Writer(s): Jonathan Harris
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