Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chemical Dreams
Chemical Dreams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martha Johnson
Martha Johnson
Composer
Mark Gane
Mark Gane
Composer
Michael Downing
Michael Downing
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martha Johnson
Martha Johnson
Producer
Mark Gane
Mark Gane
Producer

Lyrics

Aw. Yeah. You hungry baby? You know we cooking? We in the kitchen.
Got them eggs. Got that flour. Got that buttermilk baby.
I'm walking a fine line
I'm walking a fine line, yeah.
I'm walking a fine line.
I'm walking a fine line, yeah.
If you sippin don't be trippin
When we dippin on we mission
When we cookin in the kitchen
Ain't no wishin just nutrition
Don't be steppin on the kitten
Don't be reppin what you wishin
Don't be messin with the recipe
Just read it how it's written
Hit ignition. Get the fixins. Everybody pitch in.
Stop your _____ and your snitchin.
Why you ditching? Why you switching?
That whiskey in the syrup stir the pot and get to Mixin
If you pitching watch your diction
We keep it real not your fiction
If you crookin If you grow then my potna you should listen
If you lookin for the snow we got that Rudolph Donner Blitzen
1-2-3-4 Buttermilk won't let me go
If you want more, come and knock upon my door
1-2-3-4 Buttermilk won't let me go
If you want more, come and knock upon my door
I'm walking a fine line
I'm walking a fine line, yeah.
I'm walking a fine line.
I'm walking a fine line, yeah.
We on the line, we out here lookin fine
It's by design we stay up in our prime
1-2-3-4 Buttermilk won't let me go
If you want more, come and knock upon my door
5-6-7-8 Buttermilk up on my plate
If you want some, hurry up, yeah, don't be late.
Can I get it? Can I get it? Can I get a little? Aw yeah!
I'm walking a fine line
I'm walking a fine line, yeah.
I'm walking a fine line.
I'm walking a fine line, yeah.
Let's walk that fine line right now. Put your hand in the air.
Get chilli. To the right to the left now. Get chilli. Just live it.
Hallelujah!
 
I love this young man, you know why?
He been walking with me since six days old, when I opened my eyes.
Ashy little black boy in the Caribbean, in the Commonwealth, under the dominion of the Queen.
But now he the King.
Hallelujah!
Written by: Mark Gane, Martha Johnson, Michael Downing
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