SUGAR TREE

well i gotta tell you man - i just cooked up some rhymes
that'll leave your ears wonderin' where i've been all this time
well i've been on and spit on, been off and hit on
boilin' like a kettle and they can't keep the lid on
still got this shit on my mind but it's fading fast
hard times been frequent - but they always pass
cast aside hassles while my girl spins her tassles
with my hands on her ass in a motel in nebraska
it's like it's on track for the first time no lack of
the good it's in stacks like cupid attacked
got it back where it went thought that it would be bent
and unusable throw away no good with dents
but it's mint and i'm taken aback at the change
of long takes of clear skies over vast cotton plains
and if the clouds come around even the spring rain
would be fine on our faces all smiles and no strain

these days are
(sweet like a sugar tree)
life ain't always
these days are
wanna make it last

well i gotta tell you man - i got this free flowin' tongue
flowin' so hard like i got two pairs of lungs
easy smooth fresh spoken even when i'm drunk
but push me too far you ass is gonna get stung
not really into parties - only go for the bathroom sex
watching her back move up and down while i'm feeling up her leg
get out have a couple of beers chase 'em with a cigarette
sky's a medium orange tone in the fading sunset
most folks here are just sad little fools
strip mall life's got their focus all screwed
tv show phrases just the way they were taught
talkin' lots of nonsense 'bout the things that they got
pick up my friend wheels roll drivin' round
empty bottles out the window smash on the ground
last one thrown out before we roll into town
crashes the silence like a loud cymbal sound