Cookin’ Mama v2 duet

If you were to look at your life’s home page,
Would there be progress, or is it satisfactory.
I don’t know bout you, but to me, it matters actually.
Scroll my feed to disbelief, bladed article’s, displayed in the press release.
How we ever meant to start a family,
When everyones getting found on streets.


You can try an say, the game has changed, but it won’t help you find a suiter.
It’s got us lookin in the wrong place,
At gal who have already got le boot on.
They are not all to blame, since we control our own future.
It would be nice to say the least, if they did more than suck man dry, only to move-on.


Never have I ever, tried to say I was a baller,
Mandem were trying to stay active…
Start the night - with the lager…
We once had high energy…
As we anticipated when to be a father.
The irony, it was laced inside the liquor,
Proving we were honestly only kids.

(Male vocal)
Quick shout- out, to every baker…
Who’s stuck still moving white between his hands.
Cuz In life, you can’t afford to be a maker…
Without prior preparation and a plan.
These days, you can’t even begin to check out the ovens, if you ain’t at least got dough resting on a pan.
Give thanks, to the broken system…
This is simply what it means to be a man.

(Chorus duet)
(Her:) Are you ready yet?
(Him:) Give me a few more minutes, while I prepare for Cookin’ mama.
(Her:) well you better be ready soon…
(Him:) You can see the way I move, I’m nearly there, one minute Mama.
(Her:) at this point I don’t even care (I’m gone).
(Him:) Finally I’m ready, let me set the table for you mama…
(Her:) (Not all mama’s can bare to wait…)
….
(Her:) Are you ready yet?
(Him:) Give me a few more minutes, while I prepare for Cookin’ mama.
(Her:) well you better be ready soon…
(Him:) You can see the way I move, I’m nearly there, one minute Mama.
(Her:) at this point I don’t even care (I’m gone).
(Him:) Finally I’m ready, let me set the table for you mama…


(Male vocal)
How can you ever expect to bake, if you don’t develop the cook - raise the agent.
It takes, more than a couple chips to keep a woman, that’s their payment.
The dough you Really Need, requires tender loving, requires patience.
You can never hope to dream - to build a home, if you don’t pass your probation.

3 2 once said everybody wants a bar but nobody is a brewer.
I got here as fast as I could, even I wish I could have been here sooner.

Whether, it’s sharing a drink or breaking bread to try share the dough.
The system will always keep on eating,
While watches all of us begin to choke.
The messages ain’t just for me, but to everyone involved.
We can’t demand a helping hand, if the others are forcing false info-mation down our people’s throats.


(Chorus duet)
(Her:) Are you ready yet?
(Him:) Give me a few more minutes, while I prepare for Cookin’ mama.
(Her:) well you better be ready soon…
(Him:) You can see the way I move, I’m nearly there, one minute Mama.
(Her:) at this point I don’t even care (I’m gone).
(Him:) Finally I’m ready, let me set the table for you mama…
(Her:) (Not all mama’s can bare to wait…)
….
(Her:) Are you ready yet?
(Him:) Give me a few more minutes, while I prepare for Cookin’ mama.
(Her:) well you better be ready soon…
(Him:) You can see the way I move, I’m nearly there, one minute Mama.
(Her:) at this point I don’t even care (I’m gone).
(Him:) Finally I’m ready, let me set the table for you mama…

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