Traditions Lyrics by Dawn Richard | Full Lyrics Song
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 elm, shit they lose
My baby don’t go nowhere without his Carolina blues
He a mama’s boy, she a tracheal 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
Tradition, tradition! Tradition!
Tradition, tradition! Tradition!
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers
And who has the right, as master of the house,
To have the final word at home
The Mama, the Mama! Tradition!
The Mama, the Mama! Tradition!
And who does Mama teach to mend and tend and fix,
Preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks
Did you think you’d get a prince
Well I do the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background,
Be glad you got a man!
Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a kosher home?
Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Papa’s free to read the holy books?
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers?
And who has the right, as master of the house,
To have the final word at home?
Tradition, tradition! Tradition!
Tradition, tradition! Tradition!
The Mama, the Mama! Tradition!
The Mama, the Mama! Tradition!
And who does Mama teach to mend and tend and fix,
Preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks?