Azucar

Petal to the metal Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank My cushion was a bosom on bad days There's not a black woman I can't thank You called crying when I told you these the last days It's all mine, could've split the last plate Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin' Apologize, and we outta time Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie It's a tradition did it my way No sense of looking in the sky Trace elements meddle with minds Mind-state live fizzes and fires Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway I only get better with time That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time Well here I go, foot on the line What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet I piss problems out the bottom Empty mama said she used to see my father in me Said I was not offended Press, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the bench Living life like a nigga put a price on my head Bless, this how we on it If you need it and I want it better come prepared Going through it like prayers in the night sky You look like the chair when you folding up Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was