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letra de sugar creek - avie fresh

[verse 1: avie fresh]
no flights for sale at laguardia, it’s prolly a storm, still got to feel your body up, cause your body calls, and i won’t give up not at all, feels like i fall through the metro system, till i end up at jfk with some better wisdom, cause on the way i had a vision at last, to see you a little sooner for the sand leaves the gl-ss, before the hour hands p-ss a fourth time i emboss rhymes, this is a letter of a kind to hope that your inclined, i’m no commuter but together we’ll stand, if we plan, to band in the middle of our separate lands, and it’s pretty, it ain’t just the rush of touching on your b-tt and your kitty, we could catch the bus to kansas city, mandarin sippin’, handling crippy we could roll, casino dice throw, after throwing them bones, we could throw off our clothes, were pugilists its ludacris how we just throw them bows
and then we sleep, sugar creek home away from home

it takes six hours to get from jfk to lax but in just half the time, i could be with you
it’s six hours to leave your l.a. life for the new york nights
but i’m not there, i’m in a hotel room
lets meet in sugar creek

sugar creek, missouri, we’ll ride through kansas city like royalty
in sugar creek, nothing but blue skies, girl you gotta see it with your own eyes
sugar creek, by blue springs, we’ll drive to kansas city for a few drinks
or just kick back in our room, right here in sugar creek

[verse 2: avie fresh]
sugar my sugar, my s-xy s-ssy, my sookie ta bill, i blast thee, p-ss me around, but never ash me
just put me downtown when i pitch from the mound we could watch kansas city royals, your pretty spoiled
well endowed poised, wedding vows void, its time for one last fling, we could meet at sugar creek
its neat, near blue springs, your just what i’ve been craving, your like an itch i can’t scratch, like a fiend for nicotine without a niccorette patch
but i can’t do it cold turkey, please, im not as bold as hercules, our love is as old as percy pee, and thats not a diss, i must admit its your that i miss
coca cola hips, arizona sweet tea lips, im feverish, in cold sweats, like doc and darryl from the old mets, you got me breaking bad like i sold meth
you never sweat wether i hold inz, and thats why were old friends, how far am i from that old caress

- avie fresh

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