Released on November 13, 2012

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Good mornin’

Like you gotta motive

Do you like that honey, honey?

How ‘bout that cheddar cheese?

Do you like things greasy baby?

Like them onion rings

Heard you like that lettuce better

Let, let me tell you this

I bring home that bacon girl but

Lay off my grits, bitch

How ‘bout that soul food?

Cornbread and collard greens

Do you put salt and peppa (peppa)

On your mac ‘n’ cheese?

Heard you like that gravy baby

Let, let me tell you this

I bring home that bacon girl but

Lay off my grits, bitch

Woke up this morning

I gotta thank God

You wasn’t in my bedroom

Things don’t seem so odd

Sat down for breakfast

Then onto lunch

I had some supper, girl

I had a hunch

Sat down for breakfast

Then onto lunch

There will be no supper, girl

Do you like that honey, honey?

How ‘bout that cheddar cheese?

Do you like things greasy baby?

Like them onion rings

Heard you like that lettuce better

Let, let me tell you this

I bring home that bacon girl but

Lay off my grits, bitch

How ‘bout that soul food?

Cornbread and collard greens

Do you put salt and peppa (peppa)

On your mac ‘n’ cheese?

Heard you like that gravy baby

Let, let me tell you this

I bring home that bacon girl but

Lay off my grits, bitch

Without a warning

You were just gone

You wasn’t in my headroom

Get to keep my dough Lord

Sat down for breakfast

Then onto lunch

I had some supper, girl

I had a hunch

Sat down for breakfast

Then onto lunch

There will be no supper, girl

Ain’t got no reason or appetite tonight

These hunger games come as no surprise

Do you just want money, honey?

Do you like me for me?

I know your mama told you

Since you were seventeen

Gotta find a wealthy husband

One that is well equipped

Hate to burst your bubble girl but

I ain’t that rich, bitch

How ‘bout that soul food?

Corn bread and collard greens

Do you put salt and peppa (peppa)

On your mac ‘n’ cheese?

Heard you like that gravy baby

Let, let me tell you this

I bring home that bacon girl but

Lay off my grits, bitch