paroles de chanson All Times Hers - Stitch Early

Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
Weeks and months
Her physical stays
Her mental it fades
Her mental it fades
Her mental it fades
We hope to see a change

Grandma use to cook
Cornmeal in the pot
And that'll never be forgot
Vanilla extract, sweet milk
With the cinnamon sticks
Always stir consistent
Never thin or too thick
And for that you'll forever be a queen
Norma Gene
Epitome of what a wife mean
Norma Gene
Mother to every vessel that was seen
Norma Gene
So serene, memories from a teen
Norma Gene
So this is a bouquet that'll never leave
Flowers for the living
So for everything you've given
We make sure to push on your legacy
Now til November and forever ever ever
You made sure I became a better me
Flavors you was whippin
Moving icees out the kitchen
Just know that I payed attention
Now I move flavor in the ear
Of any soul that'll listen
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
All Times Hers

Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
Weeks and months
Her physical stays
Her mental it fades
Her mental it fades
Her mental it fades
We hope to see a change

Grandma use to cook
Cornmeal in the pot
And that'll never be forgot
Vanilla extract, sweet milk
With the cinnamon sticks
Always stir consistent
Never thin or too thick
And for that you'll forever be a queen
Norma Gene
Epitome of what a wife mean
Norma Gene
Mother to every vessel that was seen
Norma Gene
So serene, memories from a teen
Norma Gene
So this is a bouquet that'll never leave
Flowers for the living
So for everything you've given
We make sure to push on your legacy
Now til November and forever ever ever
You made sure I became a better me
Flavors you was whippin
Moving icees out the kitchen
Just know that I payed attention
Now I move flavor in the ear
Of any soul that'll listen
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
All Times Hers

Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
Weeks and months
Her physical stays
Her mental it fades
Her mental it fades
Her mental it fades
We hope to see a change