So I’m the president for the baking club—woohoo, what fun,
I plan the year, get it all done.
And just when I breathe? A surprise twist,
“Let’s change it up!”—like my work don’t exist.

He says, “Let’s level up, give them a test!”
Bro, they need more practice, give it a rest.
“It’s for experience!” he proudly claims,
Okay… do you even know the names?

You don’t bake. You don’t prep. You don’t clean.
You just toss ideas like it’s some dream scene.
So next time you wanna flip the whole script—
Try wearing an apron before you trip.