Intro 
It's perfect, okay 

Chorus 
Mac and cheese up in the oven‚ grandma finished cookin' 
Thanksgiving 'round the corner‚ need banana pudding 
Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't 
Might not make it to Christmas 
But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day 
A good day in the making‚ but you never stay 
I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga 
Why you fakin' on the real? (Uh‚ yeah, yeah) 

Verse 1 
You see I brought you home to mama 
Introduced you to my cousins 
Met my aunties and my uncles 
Know they crazy, they be buggin'‚ but 
Promise that I got you, didn't bring you here for nothin' 
Know we fightin', plus the arguments just lead into the fucking 
Though some things never rearrange, I know we needin' change 
Altogether through a deeper lane, come through, release the pain 
I can be your ibuprofen, keep it real what I be hoping 
Know you see all of it's destined, yeah, our shit was highly chosen 
By the universe, the stars align, your love is far divine 
Plus I'm really glad you keep it G, that shit is hard to find 
Not to mention my intentions was always evolving time 
Girl, I hope I'm in your future 'cause I know you fall in mine, uh 

Chorus
Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin'
Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding
Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't
Might not make it to Christmas
But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day
A good day in the making, but you never stay
I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga
Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah, yeah)

Verse 2
You see I've always been an overthinker
I've always been the type to analyze
To no surprise that you hold the team up
The way this ship was built, there's no way that the loads could sink us
A humble shawty, model type, walking Vogue demeanor
But anyway, through many days
We on the block where Jenny stays
Honey baked ham with Henny glaze
Abraham inheritance, shawty, we plenty paid
Bonnie Clyde high speed chase, a renegade, but

Chorus
Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin'
Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding
Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't
Might not make it to Christmas
But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day
A good day in the making, but you never stay
I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga
Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah)