Correction Paroles Sweet Thing - Remix par 27CLUB

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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 steak house
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, ya
And I'm a workaholic like Adam DeMamp
So much smoke comin' out 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

How you tell me you don't care?
Got me broken over here
Told you I was down and right for you but life was never fair
I was on a long way now, got no text right back
Remember kissing on your shoulder, how you used to like that?
How I felt for your love?
Then I broke, got me stuck, got me low
Where the love? I don't know
And I know what you said
Told me that you never cared
Watch me panic and I break
I can't get you out of my head
Run through the city on the West Side
She tell me take the picture on the best side
It's only when you're not here on my bad side

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

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