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.