ice cream stand man

We're tired of you showing your pain
Said the Devil to the demon choir
For they knew not who to blame, oh yeah

The heat of the sun in your ice is on fire
You can't taste all the labor in front of your eyes
You spent all that time

We're tired

We're tired
And these dippin' dots give me deeper thoughts
Why do creations bite the ass of creators
And suck off the dollar til there's no more flavor

The heat of the sun in your ice is on fire
You can't taste all the labor in front of your eyes
You spent all that time

We're tired



Credits
Writer(s): Gabryl Himalalo-an Adarne
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