Chorus
Biscuits on my table
Golden brown and able
Crack one open, steam rises
Simple little food that surprises
Post-Chorus
Flaky flaky, bite so dreamy
Flaky flaky, butter gleaming
Verse 2
Mom made them fresh, I break a piece
Smell the butter, can’t help but feast
Warm in my hand, I feel that bliss
Every morning gotta start like this
Pre-Chorus
Syrup drippin’, honey slow
Every crumb, I need more
Chorus
Biscuits on my table
Golden brown and able
Crack one open, steam rises
Simple little food that surprises
Post-Chorus
Flaky flaky, bite so dreamy
Flaky flaky, butter gleaming
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