Supper Time
I slam the dinner on the table
Yo we do it on our own, cuz we don't have no record label
I'm just spreadin' round the word
That the supper time is ready
Who knows if you like it, cuz the funk is sorta heavy
Rockin' steady to the sound of this delicious beat
If it's too much to handle, put it on my plate to eat
Cuz I can never get enough of the music bringin' good times
Slam it in your ear with my new rhymes
I'm doin' just fine, meetin' people all along the way
Met a couple ladies that I wish we'd give the time and day
But that's okay, let 'em pass by
Never give a second thought
I'm going one at a time
I'm too afraid of getting caught
If you get to know me, then you'll see I'm Mister Right
I'm never checkin' on the weather, cuz my future's lookin' bright
Dinner's served, so it's time for me to drop a mic
Pass the gravy down the table
This one's goin' outta sight
Supper time, dinner bell ringin'
Get it while it's hot, hear the silverware clingin'
It's more than just food for the soul
It's the time that reminds us of home
Get up and make your way on over
Before ya get older, the food getting colder, I heard
Supper's served
They say ya never know until you try
Give it a shot, straight to the top
Now with the birds is where I fly
Give me some sugar girl
Because you know there ain't no need to cry
And if I'm giving you my word, I'm sticking to it 'til I die
I wouldn't lie, I'm done playing games
I got no time for the confusion
It don't have to go like this, we're both gonna end up losin'
Keep your chin up, cuz I'm livin' for the satisfaction
Don't be jealous, if you see me and some other lady mackin'
Cuz I'm cookin' up words that you might find astounding
I got to bring something when I hear the dinner bell ring
Gettin' loud when ya hearin' the sound
Don't hesitate with the plate, cuz we've got enough to go around
Like music the ways to be heard
Hungry for people to sit and observe
Supper time, dinner bell ringin'
Get it while it's hot, hear the silverware clingin'
It's more than just food for the soul
It's the time that reminds us of home
Get up and make your way on over
Before ya get older, the food getting colder, I heard
Supper's served
Yo we do it on our own, cuz we don't have no record label
I'm just spreadin' round the word
That the supper time is ready
Who knows if you like it, cuz the funk is sorta heavy
Rockin' steady to the sound of this delicious beat
If it's too much to handle, put it on my plate to eat
Cuz I can never get enough of the music bringin' good times
Slam it in your ear with my new rhymes
I'm doin' just fine, meetin' people all along the way
Met a couple ladies that I wish we'd give the time and day
But that's okay, let 'em pass by
Never give a second thought
I'm going one at a time
I'm too afraid of getting caught
If you get to know me, then you'll see I'm Mister Right
I'm never checkin' on the weather, cuz my future's lookin' bright
Dinner's served, so it's time for me to drop a mic
Pass the gravy down the table
This one's goin' outta sight
Supper time, dinner bell ringin'
Get it while it's hot, hear the silverware clingin'
It's more than just food for the soul
It's the time that reminds us of home
Get up and make your way on over
Before ya get older, the food getting colder, I heard
Supper's served
They say ya never know until you try
Give it a shot, straight to the top
Now with the birds is where I fly
Give me some sugar girl
Because you know there ain't no need to cry
And if I'm giving you my word, I'm sticking to it 'til I die
I wouldn't lie, I'm done playing games
I got no time for the confusion
It don't have to go like this, we're both gonna end up losin'
Keep your chin up, cuz I'm livin' for the satisfaction
Don't be jealous, if you see me and some other lady mackin'
Cuz I'm cookin' up words that you might find astounding
I got to bring something when I hear the dinner bell ring
Gettin' loud when ya hearin' the sound
Don't hesitate with the plate, cuz we've got enough to go around
Like music the ways to be heard
Hungry for people to sit and observe
Supper time, dinner bell ringin'
Get it while it's hot, hear the silverware clingin'
It's more than just food for the soul
It's the time that reminds us of home
Get up and make your way on over
Before ya get older, the food getting colder, I heard
Supper's served
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Gidley, Nicholas Byrd, Graydon Wenrich, John Paterini
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