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
