Love is tragic, love is bold You will always do what you are told Love is hard, love is strong You will never say that you were wrong I don't know when
one of yo' bad ass kids to turn dat music Down Hol' up a second! Seschwan turn the music down And LaQuesha, put down that bone You, you wanna go to da sugar shack Sugar
And all the stories you read Don't know what to believe in And everythin' that you see Don't you see what you need, yea? It makes you wanna believe As
save my soul I need some sugar in my bowl, I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl You been acting different, I've been told Sue me, I want some sugar
watching over me Over you it?s always out of reach? I?m sinking still right into Oh my God, where are we now? Fractured lives dissolving like sugar in
soul I want some sugar in my bowl, I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl Oh, you been acting different, I've been told Soothe me, I want some sugar
Half-awake in the morning I want you now This feeling greets me without warning I want you now Sunlight dancing on my curtain I want you now My state
But now she just wanna rub em down [Digital Underground] Body-hats, lookin for the Body-Hats Lookin for the body-hats! (x6) [Shock G] Yeah, I took sugar
you at?" He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo" He said, "I tell you what, let's hook up me and you at Dennys in the Vill" I said, "Roger
home, there's a hound dog howlin' Down home, 'neath the front porch swing Down home, makes a poor boy feel Down home, like a hillbilly king This old Coupe De Ville
(young - young) I got a big fat cadillac built for you I got a honk that'll blow the avenue Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing Got a a sugar looking
Deadly rhymes, here's the solution Smoking so bad, I'mma cause a pollution With satisfaction, baddest action, fatal attraction Drop you to an improper fraction Ill insanity, kill like Amity- Ville
) there's a hound dog howlin' (Down home) 'neath the front porch swing (Down home) makes a poor boy feel (Down home) like a hillbilly king This old Coupe de Ville
cuz I'm a dope fiend an I need my drugs (Slang crack) Nigga, first you cut the stove up 450 degrees fahrenheit Mix the bakin' soda wit the China white Sugar
but i'm standing still Man trying to call up this zig-zotic hot mama out by the Ville then I'm talking top flight, high priced brown sugar With the curly
When you kiss me goodbye Sugar high (Gotta have it, really need it to get by) Sugar high (Gotta feel it, can't conceal it) Sugar high We can go out,
C?e una luce, certa luce Che da sempre splende in me Lascio tracce sulla neve Per tornare fino a te Stanno andando via Tutti i soldati dalla mia citta
