[Lyric] Where the Chefs Eat (Bonelang)

[Chorus]
Too many cooks in the kitchen
Don't forget the bread in the oven
Burn away the bad plus the bad ones
I love you but I'm not your husband
Look at us talking like we're English in the kitchen
Buttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit
Baby's in the blender, Bright red lipstick
Looking at me good like you know you gonna get it

I can't hang my head down while i got it
Get my head above the haters
I'm Stuck in my boyhood
Maybe we can link later
I got my head caught up in Somalia and San Francisco
I love my memory cause it does whatevеr i tell it

Too many cooks in the kitchen [Huh, Huh]
Don't forgеt the bread in the oven [Ooow]
Burn away the bad plus the bad ones
I love you but I'm not your husband
Look at us talking like we're English in the kitchen
Buttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit
Baby's in the blender, Bright red lipstick
Looking at me good like you know you gonna-
[Post-Chorus]
So pull me up a seat where the chefs eat
I want the Creme De La Creme the choice cut
But every single bite that I take I can only taste you

[Chorus]
Too many cooks in the kitchen [Huh, Huh]
Don't forget the bread in the oven [Ooow]
Burn away the bad plus the bad ones
I love you but I'm not your husband
Look at us talking like we're English in the kitchen
Buttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit
Baby's in the blender, Bright red lipstick
Looking at me good like you know you gonna get it

I can't hang my head down while i got it
Get my head above the haters
I'm Stuck in my boyhood
Maybe we can link later
I got my head caught up in Somalia and San Francisco
I love my memory cause it does whatever i tell it

I can't hang my head down while i got it [Too many cooks in the kitchen]
Get my head above the haters [Bread in the oven]
I'm Stuck in my boyhood [Burn away the bad plus the bad ones]
Maybe we can link later [I love you but I'm not your husband]
[Too many cooks in the kitchen] I got my head caught up in Somalia and San Francisco [Buttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit]
I love my memory cause it does whatever i tell-
So pull me up a seat where the chefs eat
I want the Creme De La Creme the choice cut
But every single bite that I take I can only taste you

So pull me up a seat where the chefs eat
I want the Creme De La Creme the choice cut
But every single bite that I take I can only taste you