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TISK TISK / COOKIES
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Earl Sweatshirt
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Afternoon, afternoon In front of at least three hundred eye-witnesses Shit Fuck, nigga Promise I'll never forget And I promise I knew what it is When I knew you, you wasn't a snitch, snitch Tisk-tisk (hell nah) (Damn right Mr. Policeman I saw the whole thing) Shit Fuck, nigga Promise I'll never forget And I promise I knew what it is When I knew you, you wasn't a snitch Tisk-tisk Run for your life I took the cookies, put 'em to the side Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside Muddy path, but I'm taking my time I need cash money, baby, we live I remember they ain't save me a slot Back up when niggas hit the jackpot I got sense, I'm tryna get me some guap I need the tint Just like my daddy skin, dark I seen your nigga, too bad he a mark I see real niggas just jab, they don't bark I see you tryna rekindle the spark Reelin' from loss, yeah Inner remorse, divorce your spirit and corpse, corpse I tell you I'm hearing it all The wisdom that's in your remarks The silliness in you, I mourn The moments that's tender and soft I'm in 'em, the memories got strong But some of 'em lost The silliness in you, I mourn The moments that's tender and soft I'm in 'em, the memories got strong But some of 'em long gone Run for your life I took the cookies, put 'em to the side Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside Muddy path, but I'm taking my time Run for your, run for your life I took the cookies, put 'em to the side Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
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