[Verse] Cookies crumble on the tundra, sugar dust on my boots, Stackin' layers like a doll, secrets nested in loops. Icicles drip slow, clock hands froze stiff, Wrapped in a scarf, spittin' bars cold as gifts. Tin cans rattle, the snow globe spins tight, Inside, a choir hums under neon Christmas lights. Frost bites my knuckles, got that cranberry hue, Every layer I peel back, I’m still brand new. [Chorus] Russian dolls and butter cookies, stacked so high, Peel the shell, find the center, truth don’t lie. Bounce, bounce, let the 808s glide, Under Christmas stars, where the cold hearts collide. [Verse 2] Snowstorm beats, whiteout the whole map, Ornaments dangle, beats pop like bubble wrap. Drip like melted ice cream, syrup on my mittens, Sleigh bells in the distance, but my flow stays bitten. Tinsel tangled, my mind’s a festive maze, Cookies in the tin, memories baked in glaze. Pine needles prick, but the scent keeps me here, A butter-stained past, wrapped in holiday cheer. [Bridge] A tin full of wishes, crumbs left for the bold, Unwrap the layers, watch the stories unfold. Choir voices echo, hollow shells fill the night, Dolls within dolls, truth hidden in sight.
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