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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Sunrise creepin’ through the glass, Bread’s already hummin’ in the oven’s pass. Cinnamon swirls on a lazy breeze, I’m kneadin’ dreams while the world’s still asleep. [Verse] He’s got the keys, I’ve got the song, Two old friends keepin’ the rhythm strong. Peanut butter and a tune on the air, We’re the morning’s sweetest, soulful pair. [Pre-Chorus] No rush, no fuss, just a steady beat— Bake it slow, don’t you forget. The radio's playin’ that old reggae groove, We’re the ones your heart won’t forget. [Chorus] Corner bakery, open at dawn, Sweetness rise as the sky’s still drawn. Crusty gold and buttered pride, With a reggae glow and a soulful tide. Ohhh, yeah—bake it, break it, love it, Sunrise and sugar — that’s what we’re made of! [Verse] He’s sippin’ tea like a king on a throne, I’m dustin’ sugar like I’m on my own. The kettle sings, the oven sings too, We’re the rhythm of the morning’s first blue. [Verse] Tin cans tap the table’s groove, Our voices blend like cake and rue. One slow step, one warm embrace — This corner’s sweet, and so is this place. [Pre-Chorus] No rush, no fuss, just a steady beat— Bake it slow, don’t you forget. The radio's playin’ that old reggae groove, We’re the ones your heart won’t forget. [Chorus] Corner bakery, open at dawn, Sweetness rise as the sky’s still drawn. Crusty gold and buttered pride, With a reggae glow and a soulful tide. Ohhh, yeah—bake it, break it, love it, Sunrise and sugar — that’s what we’re made of! [Bridge] When the city wakes and the streets all shout, We’ll be warm and sweet — never out. No need to run, no need to hide, Just a slice of soul and a little pride. Ohhh, yeah— One bite and you’ll be in the groove. [Chorus] Corner bakery, open at dawn, Sweetness rise as the sky’s still drawn. Crusty gold and buttered pride, With a reggae glow and a soulful tide. Ohhh, yeah—bake it, break it, love it, Sunrise and sugar — that’s what we’re made of! [Outro] Bake it
 break it
 love it
 Sunrise and sugar — that’s what we’re made of
 Yeah
 Crumbs still fallin’
 Reggae on the radio
 Morning’s got a new groove
 Ohhh


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