SWEET TEA DNA

She got sweet tea in her syntax manners in her tone Polite but dont play shell correct ya No sir thats wrong I can tell she from Miss-sippy by the way she fix her plate Two-step in her DNA aint gotta hesitate yall wait Palm flat on her chest when the anthem play Says Bless your heart but she mean Go way Church hat tilt Sunday pressed no crease Potluck queen green beans slow-cooked with peace She dont mumble drawl thick like Delta mud Yaint from here Side-eye hush her southern blood Grits aint instant she simmers legacy If you ask bout her roots Child lets see She dont need no neon no chains no fake gold Her historys the heirloom her stories stay told She got sweet tea in her syntax manners in her tone Polite but dont play shell correct ya No sir thats wrong I can tell she from Miss-sippy by the way she fix her plate Two-step in her DNA aint gotta hesitate yall wait Front porch swing cicadas her chorus Sir yes maam aint no script she wrote this Catfish fry cast iron baptized If you test her kin watch the sweet turn spiteful Hands on hips Aint no guests yall family Cornbread crumble but her standards Ironclad see County fair queen blue ribbon pride Yall dont know but the South dont hide Church bells hum river low she knows every bend Her roots aint whispers they holler Comprehend No phoenix no flames just dirt-road grace Aint no crown she got lace in her veins She got sweet tea in her syntax manners in her tone Polite but dont play shell correct ya No sir thats wrong I can tell she from Miss-sippy by the way she fix her plate Two-step in her DNA aint gotta hesitate yall wait