trips of trouble!
>What if.. 8un is fully controlled by the white hats
Welcome to the bakery,
With the white hats on the scene.
Never know when the boss is coming by
So you keep it all tidy clean.
And the breads always fresh and warm.
Lurking for some’s the norm.
Chew up a bite, to fill up your juice;
Be the calm for the coming storm.
In the bakery—welcome to the bakery—
Truth is what we—na na na na na na na na need, need.
I wanna watch you freed.