Traditions

My mama cover the mirror when it rains She'll lay that brick in from the door just in case You call 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 superstitions I call it traditions You call it lucky I call it Blessings You call it lucky Call it Blessings It's just Traditions