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some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
He's a loner gotti, he's a rebel
He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
Thinking about
detonation
She sets the fuse alight, the fuse alight

[Chorus]
Feel like kissin' dynamite [Repeat: x4]

Let it rain, let it rain
Let me feel it pour
Pour me another one
Make it a strong one
We’re gonna have some fun tonight

I wanna be a castaway
And leave the world behind
Take a tropic
one
Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love
Tryin' to pour a little sugar in her Dixie cup
Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
She
Bring on that pecan pie
Pour some sugar on it, sugar, don't be shy
Scoop me up a mess of that chocolate swirl
Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl
You know I love my baby 
My baby loves me 
My day, it gets so heavy 
I need a little company 
It's quarter to 11; it's time to make some ghetto
You know I love my baby 
My baby loves me 
My day, it gets so heavy 
I need a little company 
It's quarter to eleven; it's time to make some
You know I love my baby 
My baby loves me 
My day, it gets so heavy 
I need a little company 
It's quarter to 11; it's time to make some ghetto
You know I love my baby 
My baby loves me 
My day, it gets so heavy 
I need a little company 
It's quarter to eleven; it's time to make some
Sugar On Me"
She's well versed in the new pop culture
Always rolls with a camera by her side
Well some girls just freak me out

She's the sweetest,
the black man is homeless even though he pays rent
Some black people say 'We built this place
So we are American, but of the black race'
Well let me make
I feel like I'm being assassinated by boredom or something
I need some excitement, some adventure, some of that
You know that 'Je ne sais quoi', I
Murder y'all professionally no hype man next to me
That only puts him in jeopardy of bein an accessory
Can't control my conduct facin you
The radio adds
of all the suckers with power
And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers
This world is ours, that's why the demons are leery
It's our
to sound a little on the loose
But I cannot pour sugar just to sweeten up the truth

I would like to wish her to a long forgotten dream
Happened early
fighting for? 

Turn on your TV, turn it on so loud
And watch the fool a smiling there and tell me that you're proud
And listen to your radio, the noise
tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some
to treat me like a phone and take me off hold
And make your ear a cup so I can pour my heart and soul
I can't help but dream about the ultimate life
Two
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In
Mr. Lover, 
Mr. Lover, 
Mr. Lover

Uh, uh, well
Sugar
Here's another one
And another day

Move to this, let me see you jump and twist
Pump
I’m an Outlaw, give me two shots
We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
For my outlaws, bring me three shots
We can raise hell before this beat
thangs, because I do like that 

You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat 
I run my lyrics the way y'all want to hear em 
And shoot my
of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
I'm getting nice with them things, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my
People's Magazine
The cold as water's homey don't know me
He got my name caught up in the middle of some shit like Monie Love
He even got Cupid lookin stupid