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up, until it's all Frosted Flakes

Bag it up hustle, and sell these packs	

Counting these stacks, by moving these snacks

Some dough is sour, so watch

cookie sprinkles falling on the floor
drop by drop, a honey drop a melody creates
note to note, like a bird singing at my window pane

more than sound,

パラノイア

Blue Encount

Hajimari

2016

said me "I really need you"
When you said to me that
You hate us the very moment
we do something new
Someone said me
"That's the way the
cookie

at the light

Tell the birds, yeah a young lover been high
Livin this life it's too hard not to get fly
Guess they right, you are what you live by
Yee I know,

see the scars in my hand
Just touch down fresh cookie when i land
Nigga mad as hell because I know how to survive in the sand
I'm nervous when a white

sitting nice
I'm talking popes, linen white
You niggas old, due to actual facts
I get actual gash by the hour
Sex in the showers
Put time in, grind, get

week?
Gang got two but it should have been three
Me and Claps in a German doing top speed
Right now we need two bad Bs
That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed

them little minitrucks
We're puttin' in work by stackin' them
Money make me sell out my jeweler
If I'm shinin' off gats
And rollin' on dubs
Get your

masterpiece
They mad at me, 'cause the bars are next level Ish
Prevalent that it's relevant bars hotter than the devil shit
Olympic flow but I'm never one

stuck on the phone
Looking for the cookie crumbs to find a way home
We need to love ourselves, before anyone else
Take care of your health, and your life

I'm all about the game boy
I'm trying to advance
We are not the same
We have different plans
Opposite agendas
I'm just different man
It's business

I'm all about the game boy
I'm trying to advance
We are not the same
We have different plans
Opposite agendas
I'm just different man
It's business

losing time now shit my anxiety feeling fine now
I'll ride out bet you a nickel I'll take a dime out
Im reeking loud and I'm running by the pool to catch

Lum
Ho hum Pound to the beat of my drum
The dumb are intrigued spit ivy school dreams
Foolish extremes got me to bob & weave cut thru the breeze
I

you
Don't know what turned you into one
What block you on? We spinnin', son (Skrrt)
That Devil on your shoulder disappearin'
When the sins are done (Uh,

Yeah, this that butter, that pure white
This ain't that cookie cutter shit
Them niggas got over there, nah
This that soul for the heart
That shit

#santaclara

Emily Roberts

#santaclara

2016

To all the mothers, ladies, christmas cookie bakers
To all the daughters, mums, the girls and christmas makers
We all salute you, Santa Clara's

Rock laundry room
Oh, it was breaking down, it was falling in love
In a gas station by the pickup trucks
In Philadelphia, it was crystal clear
We are