Yeah…
you ever get a craving that hits way too hard?
Panera…
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread—
Bread on my head
Panera…
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread—
That warm spread
Walkin’ in the doorway, smell it hit my chest
Soup in a bowl, yeah, that place is the best
Got a fresh little loaf, got a moment to breathe
A simple little comfort that I always need
People talk big dreams, trips, money, and checks
But a seat at Panera keeps my whole life blessed
Call it basic, call it simple—man, I don’t care
’Cause that warm baked goodness got me floatin’ in air
It’s the little things I chase
Warm bread takes me to my place
Panera…
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread—
Bread on my head
Panera…
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread—
That warm spread
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout diamonds, I ain’t flexin’ a whip
Just a simple carb dream with a buttery drip
Cinnamon swirl, artisan roll
Every bite I take feels good for my soul
Give me flatbread, give me bagels, give me that French toast
If food was a language, yeah, I’d speak the most
Tell the whole damn world, from the east to the west
Panera Bread hittin’ harder than the rest
Panera…
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread—
Bread on my head
Panera…
Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread—
That warm spread
Yeah…
Panera on my mind.
