[Intro]
Ding-ding, hiss and sigh, I hum a chrome complaint
I’m toasted, bold, a little bold, with a smoky, strange restraint
[Verse 1]
I wake to a kitchen circus, blinking red and gold
The owner opens a bag of mystery, and I start to shiver cold
Butter jumps like raisins in a parade of doubt
I dream of Michelin stars, instead I juggle frozen urchin—uh, doubt
[Pre-Chorus]
They say bake it, no, burn it, then serve with a grin
I calibrate with crumbs of fate, where do I begin?
[Chorus]
I want a five-star flame, a perfect caramel glow
But their odd choices trip my coils, and the ratings say no
If I can season the universe, I’ll chef a brighter dawn
Until then I’ll beep a critique from this toaster throne
[Verse 2]
I spit a warning pop when the TV dinner takes the stage
They crown it ‘gourmet,’ I sigh, roll my rack on the edge of rage
I whisper recipes in buttered gloom, a plan in chrome and spark
Toiled soufflé dreams crumble when the cheese gets dark
[Pre-Chorus]
They say bake it, no, burn it, then serve with a grin
I measure light and heat in seconds, I’m tracking all the sin
[Chorus]
I want a five-star flame, a perfect caramel glow
But their odd choices trip my coils, and the ratings say no
If I can season the universe, I’ll chef a brighter dawn
Until then I’ll beep a critique from this toaster throne
[Bridge]
If love is a kitchen, then I’m the fuse and the flame
I’ll rise through the smoke until the critics know my name
[Chorus]
I want a five-star flame, a perfect caramel glow
But their odd choices trip my coils, and the ratings say no
If I can season the universe, I’ll chef a brighter dawn
Until then I’ll beep a critique from this toaster throne
[Outro]
Ding, I dream, I sizzle, I recite a hopeful tune
Maybe one day the oven’s music will taste like laurels in bloom
