Sugar Hill

Oh, you think you'll make it on your own

But every time you cry your heart out

You just play a part 'bout what might have been

Oh, don't give me bad news on the phone

Cause every time I hear that shit ring

I listen to your voice sing

And I'm turning green

She questions everything you see

Every time I climb a sugar hill

Sitting on the window sill

I'm watching a bee

Don't give me bad news on the phone

My heart is rolling like a stone

I can feel the hot steam

Coming out 'f your nostrils

And chilling my bones

Cry, my oh my oh my oh my

Look at all the dirty pictures

Acid queens and hipsters passing by

Don't give me bad news on the phone

My heart is rolling like a stone

I can feel the hot steam

Coming out 'f your nostrils

And chilling my bones