Such a sturdy, sturdy little kitchen thing

Rounded edge, got no point, but you still bring

That smooth, soft glide on my toast at night

Ain't no slicing, but you spreading just right

No serration, but still, you’re a thrill

Can’t chop a steak, but you butter with skill

From peanut butter to a jam delight

Ain't no rush, take your time, keep it light

I can feel—too much butter ain't enough

You're always there to soften up

When my toast gets rough, I was lost, now I’m found

Ever since you been around

You the kitchen tool I trust, so yo, I’m putting it down

Come my cutlery, come-come my cutlery

You're my butter knife, kinda lazy

Come my cutlery, come-come my cutlery

You spread real nice, but you ain't so crazy

I don’t deserve you, unless it’s some kind of blessing

To have a knife so harmless, yet still impressing

I used to think sharpness was key

But now I see, ain't no need to be deadly

My lifestyle’s wild, I was chopping like a mad child

Until I met you and you smoothed me out in style

So yo, what’s happening now?

I see my toast golden brown

And you gliding with grace, spreading joy all around

Come my cutlery, come-come my cutlery

You're my butter knife, kinda lazy

Come my cutlery, come-come my cutlery

You spread real nice, but you ain't so crazy

Hey sugar mama, grab a loaf with me

The smartest thing I ever did was keep you clean

Whatever tickles your fancy

Butter, jam, Nutella, even cream cheese

So gentle, kinda clumsy, never lethal

Ain’t a steak knife, but still, you my people

You make my life complete, every bite, every slice

So butter knife, this one’s for you—spread it real nice

[Spoken] "Yo, pass the toast… Yeah, that's the stuff."*

Come my cutlery, come-come my cutlery

You're my butter knife, kinda lazy

Come my cutlery, come-come my cutlery

You spread real nice, but you ain't so crazy