《The Chef Chief》

👨‍🍳「今晚主廚是我。」

“My kitchen, my rules.”
No recipe, no problem.
Just grab a fork and trust the Chef Chief.

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🎵 Credits & Info
Artist: Spontaneous Studio
Song Title: The Chef Chief
Created & Produced by Spontaneous.
Genres: Retro Soul / Rhythm & Blues

This work was created with the assistance of generative AI during the creative and music production process.

Put that phone down
We're eating in
Let the Chef Chief begin

Half an onion, yesterday's rice
One red pepper looking past its prime
You read the shelf, then look at me
Like dinner needs a delivery fee
Roll my sleeves, give me some room
That little pan's got work to do
No recipe, That suits me fine
Pull up a chair, we're right on time
You name the craving, I'll make it work
Save that judgment, grab a fork
My kitchen, my rules
Your wish, my move
Call me the Chef Chief
I've got something to prove
A little heat, a little soul
Watch me turn nothing into gold
One more bite, let the good times roll
The Chef Chief's got it under control

The Chef Chief's got it under control

Splash for the pan, sip for the cook
You lean in close to get a look
One quick flip, some hits the floor
I meant to do that, there's plenty more
Toast comes out a shade too black
Smoky finish, you laugh at that
You reach for salt, I slide it back
Taste it first before you attack
One raised eyebrow
That's all I need
Keep your eyes here
And watch me lead

My kitchen, my rules
Your wish, my move
Call me the Chef Chief
I've got something to prove
A little heat, a little soul
Watch me turn nothing into gold
One more bite, let the good times roll
The Chef Chief's got it under control

No white linen, no chandelier
That table wobbles, we still eat here
Give me the scraps, give me the flame
You'll scrape that plate, and ask my name
I don't need much, to make a feast
Now bring that hungry heart, and take a seat

My kitchen, my rules
Your wish, my move
Call me the Chef Chief
How's that for proof
A little heat, a little soul
Watch me turn nothing into gold
One more bite, let the good times roll
The Chef Chief's got it under control

Your plate slides back
You ask for more
I knew that's what
That smile was for
Call me the Chef Chief
Of course