Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

The masochism is alive, My desire for skin is unnerving, Flesh to flesh the taste of the death, temptations rise. Now if she could only speak we could set this everlasting, This girl in a box leaves me wanting more. This will be our little sweet six six

Bounce pogo, Jump, bounce, up, down She had so many friends, Gliding through many hands. Jump, bounce, down, up I went out on a date, With a girl, a bit late,

She is a little of everything Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way She's got the world at her fingertips And she makes beauty look effortless And I want everything she is She is whatever she wants to be She hails from Boston, she hates the sounds of

We ain't ever getting older So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We

You won't find it here Look another way So try another day Live another day Climb a little higher Find another reason to stay Ashes in your hands Mercy in your eyes If you're searching for a silent sky

But in every other way he was fine He's a Monday morning lunatic Disturbed from time to time Lost within himself In his solitary shell Of his solitary shell He seemed no different from the rest Just a healthy normal boy His mama always did her best

I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press

Oh Mary Mary How could I've been so blind? Couldn't see it at the time Yeah Jenny was a kind you call up late for a date on Friday night Didn't ever matter how much I had to drink she'd come and give me a ride Yeah Becky was a hell-raising dart throwing

I pulled up in some shit that make yo bitch go crazy (skrt, skrt) I ain't gotta like her pics, she know a nigga wavy (hey, hey) Ice, water on my wrist that's why these niggas hate me (water, splash) Gotta keep a strap, can't let these niggas play me Ice,