Bread
I used to wish if I could choose
The perfect job full time
I'd spend the hours baking bread
While writing countless rhymes
But wait, it happened, so it seems
The gift of time which we all dream
Was granted, unbeknownst to me
As we all faced uncertainty
Money ain't the only thing
That measures my success
But dough gets super sticky and
And songs don't pay the rent
Songs are meant for me to sing
They help me when I need
But like the air which we all breathe
They ain't made for free
The knead is real, the perfect stretch
To reach its goal, rise to success
The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like
Patience, drive and fearlessness
Like bread that feeds, a song can touch
Your heart and all its senses
A loaf I shape, and chords I fudge
Can offer priceless views through different lenses
The knead is real, the perfect stretch
To reach its goal, rise to success
The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like
Patience, drive and fearlessness
I used to wish if I could choose
The perfect job full time
I'd spend the hours baking bread
While writing countless rhymes
The perfect job full time
I'd spend the hours baking bread
While writing countless rhymes
But wait, it happened, so it seems
The gift of time which we all dream
Was granted, unbeknownst to me
As we all faced uncertainty
Money ain't the only thing
That measures my success
But dough gets super sticky and
And songs don't pay the rent
Songs are meant for me to sing
They help me when I need
But like the air which we all breathe
They ain't made for free
The knead is real, the perfect stretch
To reach its goal, rise to success
The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like
Patience, drive and fearlessness
Like bread that feeds, a song can touch
Your heart and all its senses
A loaf I shape, and chords I fudge
Can offer priceless views through different lenses
The knead is real, the perfect stretch
To reach its goal, rise to success
The taste of dough, won't fill the holes like
Patience, drive and fearlessness
I used to wish if I could choose
The perfect job full time
I'd spend the hours baking bread
While writing countless rhymes
Credits
Writer(s): Abby Karp
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