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 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 say 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 bitch 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 ASAP 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 bullshit, 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 Caught up in the trap (woah) Bee's wax, that's none of your Bee's wax (yeah) Relax, I just need to relax It's like I golf cause, where the fuck'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 bitch I'm a starving artist, fuck your feedback I don't need that, I can guarantee that You pressin' my buttons 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