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[Intro] Turn the burner on Yeah M K is back! this my TUMBAO BREAKDOWN CHALLENGE Listen to that shit [Verse 1] Half drunk, standing in the kitchen light 2AM and nothing in the house looks right Couple pieces of bread, some old black pan Butter hits the heat and suddenly I got a plan That smell fills up the whole damn place Makes a shitty week easier to face Sink full of dishes, bills on the table Still eating good if the butter’s available Throw it on potatoes with salt and pepper Makes every broke meal come together Noodles, rice, whatever’s around Butter’s the thing that holds it down Mom used to toss some in the beans Said “trust me, kid, that’s what flavor means” Now every time that pan starts popping I swear the whole world slows its talking [Chorus] Butter goes on every fucking thing Toast, noodles, chicken wings Bad decisions, late night cravings Tiny kind of lifesaving Melt a little, scrape the pan Suddenly everything tastes grand Whole damn world falls apart? Butter still doing its job [Verse 2] Friend came over broke as hell Said life lately’s been kicking his ass as well Didn’t have meat, didn’t have much Just boxed mac and a little butter touch Sat there eating straight from the pot Talking about all the shit we’re not Not rich, not clean, not getting ahead But damn that buttered bread was good instead Some foods try way too hard Fancy sauces, herbs, all that garbage Butter never acts brand new Just shows up and does what it do Burning grilled cheese slightly black Smoke alarm yelling in the back Laughing our asses off waving a towel Still tasted perfect somehow [Chorus] Butter goes on every fucking thing Toast, noodles, chicken wings Bad decisions, late night cravings Tiny kind of lifesaving Melt a little, scrape the pan Suddenly everything tastes grand Whole damn world falls apart? Butter still doing its job [Bridge] You ever notice nobody’s sad Eating hot bread covered in butter? Impossible shit For five minutes everything’s alright [Breakdown] Corn on the cob Pancakes Biscuits Burnt toast Doesn’t matter Butter got it [Final Chorus] Butter goes on every fucking thing Toast, noodles, chicken wings Bad decisions, late night cravings Tiny kind of lifesaving Melt a little, scrape the pan Suddenly everything tastes grand Whole damn world falls apart? Butter still doing its job [Outro] Yeah Pass the butter That’s all I’m saying