[Intro]
What is that smell?
Oh, right. It's weakness
Kids, there's no need to get heated
Everybody just relax
We're having fun, right?

[Verse 1]
I look like a chef
Ready to conquer a bake-off
Cole, you look tired
You wanna go ahead
And take the day off?
What? No, I won't concede
You see, look at my hands
This is my hour of knead
I got thick skin
Well, it's kinda like your custard
You're just talkin' smack
Because I got you flustered
Insecure and too weak
To even cut the mustard
Ooh, that's a sick burn
It's kinda like your caramel
So start from scratch
And then I bid you fare-ree-wеll
Nope, I'm not gonna crumble
From under prеssure cooking
I mean, could these pastry puffs
Be any fresher looking?
Seriously, Cole. Look how fresh they are
No, I'm not gonna look
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