Grandma's Cooking (Explicit)-Quake Matthews

Grandma’s Cooking Intro: grandmother’s voice clip Verse 1: I wake up sunday morning head bumpin, its mad bright/ I’m looking in the mirror when will i stop this fast life/ eyes like 2 break lights, jump up in the shower wash off last night/ flash backs replaying like sports center highlights/ except they low lights, from seeing double through the eye site of low life phone... ringing its my dad saying... u ready to go right? and i carley move...Rolling back back off couch and get my shoes// I’m mumbling to myself as im stumblin sayin im quittin booze/ cause it brings out the anxiety that’s tying me to you And my livers fightin back cause its tired of the abuse/ So the stress is settin in but the best thing for the blues is my grandma's cookin/ Chorus: It tastes better cause she makes it with love so there ain’t nothing like my grandma’s Cooking Every Sunday morning let it soak up the buzz I swear there’s nothing like my grandma’s cooking, It tastes better cause she makes it with love so there ain’t nothing like my grandma’s Cooking Every Sunday morning let it soak up the buzz (Break down) grandmother’s voice clip Verse 2: We walk in the door, little cousins are rolling around the floor/ uncles watching football, talking scores from the night before aunts passin vegtable trays, the aroma from the kitchen smells heavens gates/ set me place... pray for the those we lost on way if only fed ex shipped to heaven i would send my grandfather plate/ And so for now just enjoy it for em, Laughing as my uncles tease my sister asking when they finally gonna meet her boyfriend Hahha Passs the kibby nayah, And leave the plate of Lahamishwa right there beside me Im more excited for this feast then my little cousin is for his sneaks, as he showing off new nikes i used to be like emm Since then I travelled all around the world twice And I still haven’t tasted nothing quite like my grandmas cooking Chorus: It tastes better cause she makes it with love so there ain’t nothing like my grandma’s Cooking Every Sunday morning let it soak up the buzz I swear there’s nothing like my grandma’s cooking, It tastes better cause she makes it with love so there ain’t nothing like my grandma’s Cooking Every Sunday morning let it soak up the buzz Swear there’s nothing like my grandma’s Cooking Swear there’s nothing like my grandma’s Cooking Outro: Grandmother’s voice clip