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cookee Video (MV)




Performed By: Sewerperson
Featuring: JabariOnTheBeat
Language: English
Written by: Miles Lenehan




Sewerperson - cookee Lyrics




[ Featuring JabariOnTheBeat ]

Ya ya ya ya
They all know the drill
I made them cut the lights off
U aint on this list cause u been f*ckin with the boss
Everybody tryna glow up but they aint ready for the cost
F*ck a price check
Baby girl just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playing when I merge into fast track
Violence spreading like the purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month I swear im bored of it

It got old
Ya I tried to reminisce but guess what
It got old
Oh ya I tried to bite my lip but guess what
It got old ya it gets old
Some shit never change while the rest grows mold
I could feel the bass when it bang thru the home
I smoked One too many dabs I got stains on my clothes
Ya its knock knock bitch we gon kick the door down
Ya I whip inside the flash and it turned a ghost town
Its big dirt oh he lucky that I really hate talking
U know I just had to pop out quickly for a project
Once they see im locked in
I know all of them watching
I could feel the eyes all on my back like a fendi bag
They like where's the wave
Where's the wave
Then I walk in
Walking in off whites im dead how its toe tagged
Bitch they had me boxed in
Like look at what they offering
If I dont keep my concense
Than frankly I dont want it its done
I spent so long in the mud
Its taking me a while to adjust to the sun
But this shit impossible if I dont get numb
So I pick up my papers and stuff them with runtz
Once I get faded than anywhere is home
Brought east Toronto cross sea into Rome
Bitch this shit beautiful put down the phone
Cause Im tryna reach out and grab at the moon lets go

Ya ya ya ya
They all know the drill
I made them cut the lights off
U aint on this list cause u been f*ckin with the boss
Everybody tryna glow up but they aint ready for the cost
F*ck a price check
Baby girl just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playing when I merge into fast track
Violence spreading like the purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month I swear im bored of it
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Ya ya ya ya
They all know the drill
I made them cut the lights off
U aint on this list cause u been f*ckin with the boss
Everybody tryna glow up but they aint ready for the cost
F*ck a price check
Baby girl just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playing when I merge into fast track
Violence spreading like the purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month I swear im bored of it

It got old
Ya I tried to reminisce but guess what
It got old
Oh ya I tried to bite my lip but guess what
It got old ya it gets old
Some shit never change while the rest grows mold
I could feel the bass when it bang thru the home
I smoked One too many dabs I got stains on my clothes
Ya its knock knock bitch we gon kick the door down
Ya I whip inside the flash and it turned a ghost town
Its big dirt oh he lucky that I really hate talking
U know I just had to pop out quickly for a project
Once they see im locked in
I know all of them watching
I could feel the eyes all on my back like a fendi bag
They like where's the wave
Where's the wave
Then I walk in
Walking in off whites im dead how its toe tagged
Bitch they had me boxed in
Like look at what they offering
If I dont keep my concense
Than frankly I dont want it its done
I spent so long in the mud
Its taking me a while to adjust to the sun
But this shit impossible if I dont get numb
So I pick up my papers and stuff them with runtz
Once I get faded than anywhere is home
Brought east Toronto cross sea into Rome
Bitch this shit beautiful put down the phone
Cause Im tryna reach out and grab at the moon lets go

Ya ya ya ya
They all know the drill
I made them cut the lights off
U aint on this list cause u been f*ckin with the boss
Everybody tryna glow up but they aint ready for the cost
F*ck a price check
Baby girl just tap it on my card like a mic check
Violins playing when I merge into fast track
Violence spreading like the purge when I board the jet
I smoked too much cookie last month I swear im bored of it
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Writer: Miles Lenehan
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