Traditions

My mama cover the mirror when it rains

She'll lay that brick in front of the door just in case

You call it superstitions

I call it traditions

You call it lucky

I call it blessings

On game day

My brother wears his Saints shoes

Must be a Frank thing

'Cause when I wear 'em, shit, they lose

My baby don't go nowhere without his Carolina blues

He a mama's boy, she a Tarheel fan too

You call it superstitions

I call it traditions

You call it lucky

I call it blessings

You call it lucky

Call it blessings

It's just traditions