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Quiet In A World Full Of Noise - Dawn Richard lyrics

Traditions
Dawn Richard Song Lyrics

Artist: Dawn Richard
Album: Quiet In A World Full Of Noise (2024)

My mama covers 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's a mama's boy, she's 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.

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Quiet In A World Full Of Noise lyrics Artist: Dawn Richard
Album: Quiet In A World Full Of Noise
Release: (2024)

  Diets
  Stains
  Stay
  Traditions
  Try

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My mama covers 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's a mama's boy, she's 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.

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