Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cookie Chips, artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cookie Chips |
| Hiking in the sun the happiness that you mourn |
| You know the kids still dance, so we supply all the songs |
| If I’m wrong, you hit the superman like Soulja at war |
| You grew your hair an inch longer for the clerk at the store |
| Growing up man, Pokémons in book bag |
| Can’t you believe it if the panties never soaking |
| You said Jesus made sense to the chosen |
| If I’m wrong, the shell’s stuck beneath the sides that you’re on |
| To choose the quickest solution don’t equate to your flaws |
| I know my black hearts sinking to the bottom of soles |
| I know my cheese stinks sitting by your highness in vogue |
| Ch-Ch-Chicken Little, who you telling secrets to, bro? |
| The pain made a new summer where the vegetables grow |
| We get it on (Yeah), do the grown stuff, now play with this sword (Okay) |
| You know what I’m saying |
| Twistin' indica while the sunrise |
| Sticky like the rain in the summer |
| Twilight in the blunt and I’m gone flyin' |
| Way up high where the kites stream away |
| Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high |
| I know I’m gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah |
| The power you’ve given me |
| The crack of dawn sweet cheer to the clipped wing |
| The planes fly and we the youngest in the stampede |
| To climb the slippery slope a decade old of doing me |
| L-L-Look, I got the black man balled in my fist |
| You laugh now, cry later, just empower the kids (Empower the kids) |
| Growing pains, monsters all under my bed |
| Sweats when you sweating me, you looking real cute |
| You got a dimple under eyes, I bet you never knew |
| You look the thickest I’ve seen since the last time |
| Got us tickets for the show by the alibi |
| And all the things, all the things, all the days that we scorned |
| I can fly, I’m a dove, I’m a butterfly, yo (Yo) |
| I’m a butterfly, yo, fuck (Yeah-yeah) |
| Twistin' indica while the sunrise |
| Sticky like the rain in the summer |
| Twilight in the blunt and I’m gone flyin' |
| Way up high where the kites stream away |
| Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high |
| I know I’m gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah |
| It’s inadequate, this elaborate floral display |
| They paid for bad habits, gaul and moral decay |
| To say what’s unforgiveness, it’ll all go away |
| Lay a plot to book a yacht out on the water today, porque |
| Is it so compelling, the rebel with all the yelling? |
| Now it’s overwhelming, you’re swelling melon, bruh, who you telling? |
| Dumb lust overflowing in love stuff, hush |
| Heart crushed like a bag of dust, bum rush |
| Black beanie, freak out at night like Whodini |
| Creep out the back and |
| Who coulda seen a G, easily, blue weenie |
| She couldn’t dig it if it was too teeny |
| Bless her with the kundalini and plus the zucchini |
| Always been a plan to mush a heart melt, bird |
| It takes a steady hand to push these heartfelt words |
| I heard you heard, trapped in delirium |
| Thoughts of a queen to throw off your equilibrium |
| A few jokes, but the underlying fact goes |
| It’s still a ray of hope to live happily ever after though |
| Disaster’s what I asked her for |
| Now we stuck like plaster, yo, I has to go |
| Twistin' indica while the sunrise |
| Sticky like the rain in the summer |
| Twilight in the blunt and I’m gone flyin' |
| Way up high where the kites stream away |
| Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high |
| I know I’m gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah |