Going home, leaving home forever Face the door start to crawl Like you were a baby Going home to a home you left And vowed you'd never be Going home
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I need up, I needed to feel like you know When your mother used to take you to the African party You're my sweetie, my sugar, my lady, my lover So honey
x2] Lights camera action, I'm feeling fantastic Flyer than a pair of wings flapping, take my picture You a freak, imma freak you going home, take me
a rap with urb- my family, I adopted words. So there aint no quittering me, ima bring home the bags while im living in T- yeahh I take sugars but not
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home
coming down the stairs She opened up the door in her motherfucking underwear's Ugh, shit, fuck that I'm turning back But no, the door shut And shes going
talking bout no peel nigga block hunting Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone 14 years old had to bring the shit home My uncle Sugar Bear
She's fifteen and she's leaving home Living on the streets where she don't feel alone Daddy's always gone and Mommy's on the sauce Living in a mansion
what in the fuck Is we suppose to do? We on our last loaf of bread Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell? And here come Mr. Bill
in Tennessee I traveled round the world to bring my baby on home to me She?s gone, yes she?s gone She?s gone, solid gone And now some people just call her sugar
your candyman baby I'll be your sugar daddy I'll give you good loving like you've never known Love you darling right down to the bone From now on girl you're never going
you're like a sugar bomb and no harm will come No harm will come if we just skip along Wouldn't it be lovely to be home, home? Safe and sound with no
stars In Audrey's backyard Wanting for someone To kiss me But someone would not And time's getting short The night's growing colder And I'm going home
The kids are ripping into sugar packets The townies taking off their tavern jackets I'm in the pews sticking bills in the basket Praying that they're
Hey, sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probably with your man, can we fuck?
Hey sugar, how you doing, huh Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude What you mean where my girl Probably with your man Can we fuck? She won
