and slipped into a dream If I had my way, if I had my way If I had my way, if I had my way If I had my way, if I had my way I would take all your promises
Tradução: Big Sugar. Si fuera por mí.
yeah But I had to kill her I used to love her, Oo, yeah But I had to kill her I knew I'd miss her So I had to keep her She's buried right in my backyard
sucks too much to stress I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big I don't know what the
Bustin' all in they face, I'm never worried cause your see through My man built the Sugar Hill from sweet tooth, we all eat Cause we I speak truth, uneducated
I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and
top of me, I hop on top of you. I'm thinking 'bout going for seconds, maybe some dessert. Yeah. I'm still tryna get my grub on. And when I taste ya coffee with sugar
audorbs How I'm gonna let you get it all like that Without the big lip Girl that's my word. And if you wanna ride, then I just can't let it slide If you
well I wasn't sayin' too much neither I was moral school girl hard-working asshole I figured I was speedo motorcycle I had to earn my dough, had to earn my
trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand
oeuvres How I'm gonna let you get it all like that Without the big lip, girl that's my word? And if you wanna ride Then I just can't let it slide If
in trouble (Ah, ha) None of my teachers ain't like me (Uh, uh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotta
motherfucker always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me But make it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me If you growed up the way I
, I wasn't sayin' too much neither I was moral school girl, hard-working asshole I figured I was speedo motorcycle I had to earn my dough, had to earn my
down Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit caged down And before you blink, I let off eight rounds This the royal, I ain't playin' I'm takin
, can I be your man? My cash flow's low but bro's got the master plan Patty Cake, Patty Cake, can I be your lover I'm wealthy in the mind and I'm healthy
around, broke my sacroiliac A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane [3rd Chorus] My son said: ?Daddy, I
HUH! If only I could sleep just ten more minutes I might find the strength to make another day If I didn't have to get up and do my thing I would
