Letras:
Jason Sweet

side. Who am I to demand their lives? Their fate is mine. Will I survive? So sweet you called, but I won't answer... So sweet you called, but I won

of sugar Martha: A little bit of butter Kelsi: It?s the perfect recipe! All: Pay day! Jason: It?ll taste so sweet All: Pay Day! Zeke: Good enough to eat Jason

: words by jason mraz & jenny keene | music by jason mraz adapted from the poem "tonight (not again)" by jenny keene The night. She brushed her hands

trunk niggas get wacked no sympathy for the soft niggas snitchin I know bitches who clippin you dick off I'm a boss champagne with the steak pink Rosay jason

live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep Of a true and livin' got damn fool I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet Now pass that sweet & get back

on a dirt road When I rolled down my window She smelled the scent of wildflowers on the summer wind With just a bite of homeade ice cream And a glass of Momma's sweet

met a real country girl? Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck Daddy's sweet

to court for welfare-back payments Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements I got the lead on ya, you only Daddy's little girl Because I think your daddy's sweet

from right, First lonely night, The first time you got your ass whooped in Your first real fight, Your first triple-double dare, Your first pubic hair, Your first time watchin' Jason