Was a bit of bread
Mama called me disappointment,
papa called me fat
I like it garlic, rye, brown, banana,
honey, bon brioche, focaccia, number girl, baguette and croissant I like it black and white
I like it thick and red
It's always on my mind
Bread Bread
Bread Bread
Look
at my bakery
I got some cake,
I got it flavory It's hot and spicy,
sweet and savory Bake it, cook it, make it right And lots of pizza make me high
I swallowed my mouthful of pizza Bye bye bye Mamma mia,
that was a bad idea Explosive diarrhea,
the gluten's really bad
But sorry,
brain makes me kinda horny My homies try to warn me,
I'm celiac and dead Bread.
Bread.
