Lyrics:
another statistic
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But life ain’t full of a bunch of roses
You might have moments where it’s candy-coated
But, it ain’t always sweet
It ain’t always
and sugar coated) turns into stone
And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated) turns into stone
I am
touch
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's
there it was. the scene, the sugar coated city. she lit up all the lights or something
'cause something changed. she painted all the concrete, she lit
Went from dreams of riding slab, candy coated wishes (Hol' up)
To touchscreen, all leather, perforated gripping (Fresh)
From kool-aid, dirt weed,
Sweet sweet lies
Candy coated lies
To catch a queen bee you gotta have a jar of honey
But I'm catchin' onto you
All you wanted was the money
So
dripping off the ceiling and it's coated
Ohh
Feels so good when you see your hard work overflowing
Ohh
For sure
Ohh
For sure
Ohh
Candy paint dripping off
(Jewels all on my bezel when I stretch it out
Really out here checking for the kid they wanna test me out
Candy coated beamers in your city and they
you I'm lost my baby
Tell a candy coated line when the astral plane
Makes my iris tamed
Lay it down on me
Down on me
Down on me
Bust - never too much,
6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean
Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene
Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy
and sugar coated) turns into stone
And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated) turns into stone
I am
I'm okay now but I don't think it will last
Because reality is something I can't seem to grasp
Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain
Pulling me
the pressure that
my bed is already made. So i guess I'll lie here in
the grave i made, and decompose...
Those plastic coated people are out to get you...
So
sugar coated
What a life
I flip the, script on these bitches
I ain't talking bout girls
I'm talking bout mans that be bitchin
And think they run
that I believe
So I ask myself, do I let you go?
Do I keep you in the frame of my mind?
Now I'm growing wise to your sugar-coated lies
Nothing's
My man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin
My man
Signals command the leg
To follow orders coming down from
bill
Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
She looked at me with that familiar desire
Her eyes lit up like they were on fire
She said,
can't love yourself
Oh, da da
Trapped inside your candy-coated hell
Yeah, I know you all too well
Funny how you break me down, but
Always say you'll
I've been thinking' shawty Maybeline, like
Booty like wow (Booty like wow)
W-w-wanna give her everything, oh
Candy coated beauty queen
Shawty fresh
specially coated
I visit the pawn shop
And I buy a few records
Robert Johnson and a white lighter
Hit the mix and make it tighter
I visit the pawn shop
And I
past trying to make sense of the lost lover you once had
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And when you do it'll turn you green or blue...
CHORUS:
Sugar coated lover went
"There will be no suffering, and what you want is yours"
Sugar coated sweet, no more pouring rain
Yes I have it all. All in Jesus's name
Sugar coated
Paper thin
We place it in the bank so maybe it don't move
Plastic coated key to cover charge, it blanket me and you
Plenty moe
Never seen a Ben in
Fast car (Fast car)
Candy-coated red
Drive me all night and park it in my bed
I need a fast car (Fast car)
With horses
Racetrack waiting in my
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