Cotton Candy Dreams

[Verse] Street dreams made of sugar, ain't a fantasy, Cotton candy ice cream, cold savagery. Whippin' flavors up, call it culinary alchemy, Servin' cones to the fiends, boy, I’m alchemy. In the freezer, where the coldness rules, Mix the pink and blue, break all the rules. Scoop it up, hit ‘em sweet, never playin’ the fool, Stack the paper high from these creamy jewels. [Verse 2] Chest puffs another hit, call it sugar buzz, Cotton sweetness so fine, make the fiends fuss. Stackin' up the scoops, never caught in no fuzz, Creamy, dreamy hits, boy, that’s just because. Freeway hustlin', no cones left behind, Cold treats in the heat, never lose the grind. Drippin' down the cones, baby, unwind, Street’s cold, but this ice keeps the fiends in line. [Chorus] Cotton candy dreams, floatin’ in the air, Sweet chills down your spine, sugar everywhere. Trap beats on the cone, flavors rare, Street's cold, but this ice cream flair. [Verse 3] Break it down, churn it slow, mix the flavor, Hardcore scoops from dawn to twilight labor. Dreams spun in a cone, icy saber, Cones crush in the streets, sweet life saver.