Tekster:
Big Sugar Empty Head

baby at home And I used to wonder what I might have done And I sought comfort in anyone I'm laying in an empty bed tonight Oh, wish I had an empty head

pampers Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty

the black backpack Big Ed be puttin' down like that We come strapped in we roll thick We represent that tru click Playa haters, yeah we know who you are Make infrared shine on your head

used to her Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka My G's tell me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see I know some timahs

said it grazed his neck Collapsing over bar rooms, holding his wounds Yo what the fuck can it take? Brokin glass fallin all on my head Head ringin like

used to her Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka My G's tell me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see I know some timahs

god like a buffalo thunder with a...smell of sugar...and a velvet tongue...and designer voodoo. and i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in

walk there in the morning sun Make a list of what I need most: Tuna fish and bread (for toast) And though my stomach may be empty, I'll feed my head

god like a buffalo thunder with a...smell of sugar...and a velvet tongue...and designer voodoo. and i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in