Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take? Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers Why

The medicine go down Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down In a most delightful way And ev'ry task you undertake Becomes a piece of cake A lark! a spree! it's very clear to see that That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down A

In a dream yeah, thinking bout codeine yeah Chop it like I'm in the matrix (Ay) Balmain pocket extra cake (Ay) Have you ever made a million dollars with your talent (Have you) Have you ever fucked a bitch ass so fat lose your balance (Have you) All these

Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill

One man's trophy is another's mistake One man's poison is another man's cake One man's drama is another man's dream One man's torture is another man's treat I'm another man's cake I can thank you for Yeah, I'm another man's cake For believing I was

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Gonna find you and make you want me Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break

You just you just, fooling around with me You're so beautiful, you just lay it on me Foxy lady you really are the greatest show in town You want to play, you wanna eat your cake and have it your way You've got it easy and you don't give a damn Foolin'

Can't you see that it's just rainin' We could pretend it all the time There ain't no need to go outside You hardly even notice When I try to show you this Song is meant to keep you Wakin' up too early Maybe we could sleep in

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing

For baby and me Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker's man Bake me a cake as fast as you can Pat it and prick it and mark it with "B" Put it in the oven for baby and me And there will be plenty for baby and me