| Shit
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| Fuck, nigga
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| Promise I’ll never forget
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| And I promise I knew what it is
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| When I knew you, you wasn’t a snitch, snitch
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| Tisk-tisk, nigga
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| Shit
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| Fuck, nigga
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| Promise I’ll never forget
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| And I promise I knew what it is
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| When I knew you, you wasn’t a snitch
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| Tisk-tisk, nigga
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| Run for your life
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| I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
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| Sunny day, but I’m cooking inside
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| Muddy path, but I’m taking my time
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| I need cash money, baby, we live
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| I remember they ain’t save me a slot
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| Back up when niggas hit the jackpot
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| I got sense, I’m tryna get me some guap
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| I need the tint
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| Just like my daddy skin, dark
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| I see your nigga, too bad he a mark
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| I see real niggas just jab, they don’t bark
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| I see you tryna rekindle the spark
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| Reelin' from loss, yeah
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| Inner remorse, divorce your spirit and corpse, corpse
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| I tell you I’m hearing it all
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| The wisdom that’s in your remarks
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| The silliness in you, I mourn
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| The moments that’s tender and soft
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| I’m in 'em, the memories got strong
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| But some of 'em lost
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| The silliness in you, I mourn
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| The moments that’s tender and soft
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| I’m in 'em, the memories got strong
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| But some of 'em long gone
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| Run for your life
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| I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
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| Sunny day, but I’m cooking inside
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| Muddy path, but I’m taking my time
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| Run for your, run for your life
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| I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
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| Sunny day, but I’m cooking inside
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| Muddy path, but I’m taking my time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TISK TISK / COOKIES , by - Earl Sweatshirt. Song from the album FEET OF CLAY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп