CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Sweet Thing
Shoot To Ill
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Mental breakdown, marijuana breakdown
08' Wayne playing like the song on my MySpace layout
They got so much beef with me that I could start a steakhouse
Pull me out the oven b*t*h I'm baked now (Ylti)
Gonna eat up all the sweet stuff that I say, yeah
My mind ain't right like it's zooming on a racetrack
I need to buy another O from Pat Sajak
Rocky roads ahead, I need that A$AP
Even when I'm high, I'm never high enough
Way up in the sky, still I'm not fly enough
Every shot I swish, right as the time is up
Still the bullsh*t, it keeps on piling up (yeah, yeah)
And I need boos when I'm not getting claps
And I need more lines than a city map, yeah
And I'm a workaholic like Adam DeMamp
So much smoke comin' at me, I'm having asthma attacks, yeah
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you say you don't care for me
Caught up, in the trap (woah)
Bees wax, that's none of your bees wax (yeah)
Relax, I just need to relax
It's like I golf 'cause, where the f**k's my team at?
I can't be stuck on E like I need gas
I stay stuck on trees like some tree sap
I stay on my feet and I think fast
I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads - ya b*t*h
I'm a starving artist, f**k your feedback
I don't need that, I can guarantee that
You're pressin' my b***ons like you think you know the code to my keypad
All these hoes need to keep back, I just need that (yeah)
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you say you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Mental breakdown, marijuana breakdown
08' Wayne playing like the song on my MySpace layout
They got so much beef with me that I could start a steakhouse
Pull me out the oven b*t*h I'm baked now (Ylti)
Gonna eat up all the sweet stuff that I say, yeah
My mind ain't right like it's zooming on a racetrack
I need to buy another O from Pat Sajak
Rocky roads ahead, I need that A$AP
Even when I'm high, I'm never high enough
Way up in the sky, still I'm not fly enough
Every shot I swish, right as the time is up
Still the bullsh*t, it keeps on piling up (yeah, yeah)
And I need boos when I'm not getting claps
And I need more lines than a city map, yeah
And I'm a workaholic like Adam DeMamp
So much smoke comin' at me, I'm having asthma attacks, yeah
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you say you don't care for me
Caught up, in the trap (woah)
Bees wax, that's none of your bees wax (yeah)
Relax, I just need to relax
It's like I golf 'cause, where the f**k's my team at?
I can't be stuck on E like I need gas
I stay stuck on trees like some tree sap
I stay on my feet and I think fast
I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads - ya b*t*h
I'm a starving artist, f**k your feedback
I don't need that, I can guarantee that
You're pressin' my b***ons like you think you know the code to my keypad
All these hoes need to keep back, I just need that (yeah)
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you say you don't care for me
Sweet thing, sweet like grenadine
You were on fire, lit kerosene
All this melancholy in my melodies
All because you called me and you said you don't care for me
