[Intro – Whispered, Lonely Piano] Forget the sausage... I FUCKIN' LOST IT. They told me twenty-seven... Straight from heaven... And I'm here for the leavened. I'm hungry. And I can EAT. [Verse 1 – Fast Melodic Rap] Forget the sausage, I fuckin' lost it, Saw that sacred sugar, had to know what it costed. Twenty-seven blessings in a basket of bread, Got a choir full of angels putting crumbs on my head! I'm a hungry little heathen with a heavenly craving, Butter on the Bible, got the bakery shaking! Flour flying, fire rising, frosting on the floor, Heard the Lord say, “Son, what you banging on the door for?” I said—BREAD! Not a biscuit, not a bun! I need a sugar-coated sunrise dripping straight from the sun! I want the golden-glowing goodness, give me seven times eleven, They said, “Baby, twenty-seven!” I said, “STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN!” [Pre-Chorus – Female Soul Vocal, Rising Strings] Ohhhh, let the dough rise high, Sweet ambrosia falling from the sky! I've been waiting all my life, For a little taste of paradise! [Chorus – Massive Children's Choir + EDM Drop] TWENTY-SEVEN! STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN! GIVE ME THAT AMBROSIA LEAVENED BREAD! I'M HUNGRY AND I CAN EAT! GOT THAT HOLY SUGAR RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD! Twenty-seven! Straight from heaven! Bake it up at seven past eleven! HALLELUJAH! PASS THE PLATE! I CAME FOR BREAD, I AIN'T GONNA WAIT! [Post-Chorus – Chopped Vocals, Huge Bass] Lea-lea-leavened! (HEY!) Straight-straight-heaven! (HEY!) Sugar-sugar ambrosia! GIMME THAT BREAD! GIMME THAT BREAD! [Verse 2 – Playful Double-Time Rap] Wait— Who put the cinnamon inside the cathedral? Why's the archangel acting so illegal? Why's the preacher got a powdered-sugar halo? Why's the whole congregation screaming, “WHERE'D THE CAKE GO?” I ain't asking for a kingdom or a crown, Just a sticky little miracle to wash my worries down! Got a loaf in my left and a roll in my right, I'm a carbohydrate prophet on a Saturday night! Holy moly, macaroni, this is not baloney, All these angels acting like they really, really know me! I said, “Forget the sausage, bring the sacred confection!” Got twenty-seven slices of divine perfection! [Bridge – Piano Only, Intimate] If heaven has a kitchen... And the stars are made of flour... Let me sit beside the oven... For just one golden hour... [Silence – Whisper] I'm hungry. And I can eat. [Full Choir – Suddenly Screaming] THEN EEEEEAAAAT! [Final Chorus – Maximum Power, Orchestra + Choir + EDM] TWENTY-SEVEN! STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN! GIVE ME THAT AMBROSIA LEAVENED BREAD! I'M HUNGRY AND I CAN EAT! GOT THAT HOLY SUGAR RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD! Twenty-seven! Straight from heaven! LET THAT DOUGH RISE HIGHER THAN ELEVEN! HALLELUJAH! PASS THE PLATE! THE WHOLE DAMN UNIVERSE IS BAKED! [Outro – Choir Fades, One Piano Note] Forget the sausage... I finally found it... Twenty-seven... Straight from heaven... [Whisper] ...you got any butter?
