[Part I: Cookies & Cream]

[Verse]
In this sport, I’m no longer a rookie
I fixed my game up like a bookie
I used to have chips on my shoulder
Now I’ve got chips in my cookie
Chocolate brown after a bath in the sun
With a fresh breeze, I just can’t get enough
Now I’m at my house, AC turned up
Watching a Tamil movie, it ain’t my first one for the day
Cookies and cream, that’s my go-to
Like the floated-up pie that just bowled you
What’s the fun in doing what I’m supposed to
Tryna judge me but we ain't in no courtroom
24 degrees, I ain't talking about angles
I guess that's why I'm outside wearing sandals
Or jandals, depends whеre I'm at
And where I’m at dеpends on the track
What’s on the plan, that’s TBC
What’s on my back, that’s PVT
I speak the truest when I’m backed with a beat
But with that said, I’ve got some things I keep discrete
Jotting rhymes down in black and white
But the context ain’t laid out in apparent sight
Weaving concepts in like knitting punnett squares
Sandwiched in like the biscuits I twist, lick, dunk it yeah (yeah)
[Chorus]
Oreo pieces in my ice cream
Up the frozen aisle is where you’ll find me
One tub lasting a whole week is unlikely
My flow several degrees colder than this iced treat
Oreo pieces in my ice cream
Up the frozen aisle is where you’ll find me
One cone lasting four minutes is unlikely
My flow, flow, slow

[Part II: Serendipity]

[Verse]
My wants, needs, plots and my schemes
That's what's on my mind when I get lost in my dreams
Late at night, tired eyes glued onto the screen
But a haze of glowing pixels are all that I see
Mind’s out of focus
Fatigue got me approaching a plight of mental closure
But rather than tryna get to the bottom of the cause for my woes
I put it all aside and look forward to a positive road
Caught by a stroke of serendipity
False hopes no longer mess with me
I’m no more worried about you
I’m focused on besting me, through accruing specialties
My body’s a sacred temple, I’m simply fitting new amenities
Scaling mountains, swimming medleys, I guess I’m amphibious
A touch of luck with a pinch of brilliance
The space I’m in feels all too familiar
In terms of the passing of time, the young boy is oblivious
Feliz Season