Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made,
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade,
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid,
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade,
Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made,
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade,
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid,
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade.
I remember licking cake batter spoons, making tents in the rooms,
Playing with my cousins underneath the full Georgia moon,
Keen advice from Cousin Davy, kept my faith tight,
And Wavies Curl bag that holds every dew rags,
And pork and beans, potted meat and saltines,
Grilled cheese and pig feed, bullet grapes and palm trees,
Sweetness of my memories,
My daddy had a ’98, yellow like banana peels,
Whitewalls and custom wheels, pillows in the window sills,
They called my granddaddy “Razor”, he was cold-witted,
He hit the hooch, you made him mad and you was gone feel it,
Miss Flaws sat next to my grandma, and the backbone,
And an angel in disguise took the chord of family ties.
Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made,
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade,
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid,
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade,
Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made,
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade,
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid,
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade.
Blessed with the gift of gab,
Holding potential’s essential to pinch you,
Convince you that we got the strength to lift the slab,
We ain’t just a shifting fad, jonesing for whatever ops should come our way,
Recover from the losses, cautious, I’m okay,
Take my breath away, take it to immeasurable heights,
Scoping through my point of view, take a picture through my sights,
Pray that Im-a rap it right,
Rep it, overstepping boundaries,
Guessing lessons, natural progressions,
Hoping they don’t clown me,
Chatter join the memory bliss, spotted in the corner, plotting,
Any coffeehouse in town is going down,
I shag it rotten, gang up or keeping options,
Symphonies that might hip-opera,
By thirty mix states, I’m thumbing through my brain synapses,
Recall the gall that made me stumble, fall for gain,
Some of y’all forced the stall,
Falls and master walls, now here we are,
Mama’s teaching standing strong,
Daddy’s discipline is out the window,
Daddy’s presence wasn’t felt, so I knelt within the in…
Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made,
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade,
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid,
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade,
Flies swarm around the picnic that mama made,
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade,
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid,
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade.
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