Sweet iced tea tippin' Pink shoulder strap slippin' Hot afternoon drippin' Honeysuckle lazy That hummingbird sippin' We out here day trippin' I'm gettin' high gettin' sugar from my baby (Honeysuckle lazy) It don't get no better than this, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat And bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no And I gaze at my hotel wall I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers

My destruction lives You just salt the wound You backstabber! You backstabber You spit filth from your mouth Spitting fire on fire and still claiming devout You're no better than the demons that are filling your head You're a medium for malice Now your

When I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story

I'm on a plain I can't complain Love myself Better than you I know it's wrong So what should I do? I'll start this off Without any words I got so high that

You better hope you're not alone It will defeat you then teach you to get back up After it takes away all that You learn to love Higher than your heart Hope you're not alone Your shadow walks faster than you

That's because tonight, tonight, Been waiting to see you. Tonight, tonight, We can't go wrong. It feels so right, Just being here with you. We've been waiting for this moment all day long. Ain't nothing better than anticipation Tonight's been playing

And there ain't, no No one can change it No one can do it better than yourself I'm like, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell Oh, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell I got the letter back Saying I can come and see you I really

I’m coming out of the dark clouds The word is as the world is Supposedly it was a wise wise man Who said it’s better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all, never to have loved. How many times does the truth that you take to be true Is

Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know? (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna have to leave you) A Vet stylin' at Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala