[Intro — sets mood] Clatter, sizzle, kitchen light — I wake the night, - pan on fire, small desire — hunger takes its bite. - [Verse 1] Steam like confetti, - peel the past away, - little eyes in spuds that wink — they beg to play, - grandma's spoon and neon tune — we hum the old display, - chop and tumble, stories rumble — every peel's a cliché. - Salt like jokes, - pepper punchlines, - butter melts the timeline, - I talk to potatoes like they owe me rent and time. - [Pre-Chorus] Hands get holy in flour and heat, - I count my beats with a wooden spoon beat, - some things mash, some things roast — tonight I choose both feats. - [Chorus] Oh, Potatoes — crown of the plate, - scream in my skillet, sing to my fate, - crispy or creamy, salt-sprinkled love, - oh, potatoes — stars from above. -- Oh, Potatoes — pass me a fork, - we're falling in rhythm — dinner and work, - nostalgia on heat, laughter on steam, - potatoes and me — the perfect team. ---- [Post-Chorus] Crunch-echo, sigh of sides, - roll the mash like moonlit tides. - [Verse 2] Boiled confessions in a steaming bowl, - I spilled my secrets, they kept me whole, - fried little crescendos, - pan-song on patrol, - I scraped the edges of a childhood scroll. - After dinner I danced with the skins on the floor, - leftover waltz, refrigerator encore. - [Pre-Chorus 2] Turn the heat up, - the city hums our tune, - I season sorrow, - serve it under the moon, - every bite's a lyric, every plate's a rune. - [Chorus] Oh, Potatoes — crown of the plate, - scream in my skillet, sing to my fate, - crispy or creamy, salt-sprinkled love, - oh, potatoes — stars from above. -- Oh, Potatoes — pass me a fork, - we're falling in rhythm — dinner and work, - nostalgia on heat, laughter on steam, - potatoes and me — the perfect team. ---- [Breakdown] Silent clink, - fridge light blink, - I narrate the crumbs like a poet who drinks, - microphone whisk, - beatbox of spoons, - kitchen becomes theater, midday to moon. - [Bridge] Remember the time I burned the toast, - the landlord cried with me, - or when I slid on a peel and sang to the TV, - I learned to forgive the smoke alarms, - they only want attention, - we build monuments from mashed potatoes, - edible inventions. - This is the map of my life in starch and steam, - compulsions, comforts, and midnight schemes, - I shake the bag, - secrets rattle, - destiny fries in a pan, - I whisper plans to a potato — it listens, it understands. -- [Chorus — final] Oh, Potatoes — crown of the plate, - scream in my skillet, sing to my fate, - crispy or creamy, salt-sprinkled love, - oh, potatoes — stars from above. ---- Oh, Potatoes — pass me a fork, - we're falling in rhythm — dinner and work, - nostalgia on heat, laughter on steam, - potatoes and me — the perfect team. ---- [Post-Chorus 2] Steam rises, heart rises, - we dine in rhyme, - one more bite, one more beat, one more time. - [Outro] Plate is empty but the song remains, - crumbs like constellations — tiny golden stains, - I bow to the skillet, I salute the flame, - tomorrow we feast, tonight we claim the name. - Oh, Potatoes, - my small crowned friends, - we'll meet again when the evening bends. ----
