Sugary Sweet

Man, that's pretty

Hit me on my line, my Skype
I don't need no sheilas (okay)
I ain't got no fears, my boy
I ain't got no feelings
I got too much on my mind
It's like I died and couldn't feel it
And I seen these wounds before
So trust me boy, you ain't healing (healing)

Martha Steward sheets
Yes, I need a freak
She came to the crib, had a taste and said "peace"
Knocking at your door
I got a bag, woah (bag, woah)
And a bad hoe (hoe)
I got no cash though (cash though)

All these people be fucking with me (no, no, no)
If you love me then show me your screen (no, no, no)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)
All these people be fucking with me (no, no, no)
If you love me then show me your screen (no, no, no)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)

Hit-hit-hit me on my E60
Trapping out the brick
I been crushing candy
Mixing brandy with the sticks
Look outstanding, take a pic
Super major flavoursome
Hit my pager, use my data
If you tryna make amends

Martha Steward sheets
Yes, I need a freak
She came to the crib, had a taste and said "peace"
Knocking at your door
I got a bag, woah (bag, woah)
And a bad hoe (hoe)
I got no cash though (cash though)

All these people be fucking with me (no, no, no)
If you love me then show me your screen (no, no, no)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)
All these people be fucking with me (no, no, no)
If you love me then show me your screen (no, no, no)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)
I'm fine as hell and sugary sweet (so, so, so)