Flour on My Hands
Psalmix
Duration
2:26
Genre
Melodic Trap-Pop
Quality
Hi-Fi
Values-Aligned Themes
Gratitude
Values-aligned content
Hard Work
Values-aligned content
Family
Values-aligned content
Values Verified
Lyrics
[Verse]
Four AM and the ovens are already breathing
Flour ghosts on my sleeves, and I ain't leaving
Boss unlocks the door before the sun even wakes up
Says my name like it matters, man that fills my cup
Momma's proud of a job she can brag about
Even if it's just bread, turning nothing into somethin' now
Every loaf that I pull is a little bit of proof
Lyrics for "Flour on My Hands" by Psalmix • Values-aligned content
✓Lyrics verified to align with conservative values
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