[Verse 1] I met her behind the Waffle Shack, In a sundress made of burlap and shame She said, “You smell like biscuits, pills, and back tax,” I said, “Girl, let’s set this kitchen aflame.” She pulled me close by the bacon rack, Whispered filth like a deep-fried prayer Said, “You ever buttered corn on a cast iron crack?” I said, “Only if Grandma’s not there.” [Chorus] She got them backdoor biscuits, hot and wrong Cornbread thighs and a skillet thong Said, “You miss Grandma?” — I said, “Not tonight” I’m high on gravy and her tailgate light Lord forgive us, we done lost the map But the grits still slap and that ass still claps [Verse 2] Used to kneel for grace, now I snort off Bibles Preacher’s daughter got a tramp stamp rifle She said, “I’m your comfort food and curse,” Wrapped in denim and generational hurt We did lines on a pie tin, danced on the stove Had a threesome with shame and a casserole She moaned, “Ain’t no sin that deep to drown,” While the meth burned slow and the lights went brown [Chorus] She got them backdoor biscuits, hot and wrong Cornbread thighs and a skillet thong Said, “You miss Grandma?” — I said, “Not tonight” I’m high on gravy and her tailgate light Our souls are soaked in Crisco and gin But I’d eat that sin with a plastic spoon again [Bridge] Lord, I tried to change, but the kitchen calls With its potluck lies and bathroom stalls Love ain’t clean in a house this cursed But damn if it don’t taste better the worse [Final Chorus] She got them backdoor biscuits, buttered bold Dark meat heart and a casserole soul She said, “You ever kissed pain on a countertop?” I said, “Only when the oven’s hot” The world’s gone rotten, the fridge is dead — But I’d crawl through grease just to share her bed [Outro: Voicemail Interlude] "Hey… I left your boots by the oven and your pills in the flour tin. Tell Grandma I said sorry ’bout the sink… and the raccoon. Anyway… you were right about the biscuits. They always burn on the second night." click
