Lyrics YBN Cordae – Thanksgiving
Text:
It’s perfect, okay
Mac ‘n’ cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin’
Thanksgiving ’round the corner need banana puddin’
Brought you home to momma even though you said I shouldn’t
Better day, a good day in the makin’ but you never stay
I could say that you fakin’ on the real, huh
Why you fakin’ on the real?
Ah, yeah, yeah
You see I brought you home to momma, 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 leadin’ to the fuckin’
Though some things never rearrange, I know we needin’ change
All together through a deeper lane, come through release the pain
I can be yo’ Ibuprofen, keep it real while I be hopin’
Know you see our love is destined, yeah, our shit was highly chosen by
The universe, the stars aligned, 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 involvin’ time
Girl I hope I’m in your future ’cause I know you fall in mine uh
Mac ‘n’ cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin’
Thanksgiving ’round the corner need banana puddin’
Brought you home to momma even though you said I shouldn’t
Might not make to Christmas but I’m hopin’ and I’m pushin’ for a
Better day, a good day in the makin’ but you never stay
I could say that you fakin’ on the real, huh
Why you fakin’ on the real?
Yeah, yeah
You see I’ve always been an over-thinker
The way the ship was built is no way the lows could sink us
A humble shawty, model type, walk in 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
Bonny Clyde high speed chase, a renegade but
Mac ‘n’ cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin’
Thanksgiving ’round the corner need banana puddin’
Brought you home to momma even though you said I shouldn’t
Might not make to Christmas but I’m hopin’ and I’m pushin’ for a
Better day, a good day in the makin’ but you never stay
I could say that you fakin’ on the real, huh
Why you fakin’ on the real? (Yeah)
Album
YBN Cordae – The Lost Boy
