Bread On The Table

Verse

Yo, I rise like dough when the beat gets warm,

In the kitchen with the heat, watch the carb life form.

From the crust to the crumb, I’m the one they adore,

Got that oven-fresh swagger when I step through the door.

Sourdough soul with a whole-grain heart,

I’ve been rollin’ with the rolls from the very start.

Slice me up thick when you need that fuel,

I’m the toast of the town, everybody stay cool.

Chorus

Bread on the table, yeah, that’s my vibe,

White, wheat, rye—keep it warm, feel alive.

Stack it up high, let the flavors all spread,

If you’re lookin’ for the heat, put your hands on the bread.

Verse

Baguette in my bag, I’m a snack with a stance,

Got the ciabatta drip, make the whole crowd dance.

Pita with the pocket full of beats so tight,

Even bagels stay jealous ’cause I shine so bright.

Cinnamon swirl with a sweet-roll flex,

Biscuits in the back and they all up next.

I’m the loaf with the most, never stale, never dead,

I’m the king of the carbs—now bow down to the bread!

Chorus

Bread on the table, yeah, that’s my vibe,

White, wheat, rye—keep it warm, feel alive.

Stack it up high, let the flavors all spread,

If you’re lookin’ for the heat, put your hands on the bread.

Outro

So when the dough gets tough, keep kneadin’ on,

With a beat this fresh, you can’t go wrong.

From the bakery streets to the world ahead—

Remember one thing: always break that bread.