Like sugar on my tongue

Can I steal that from you

Like sugar on my tongue

Can I steal that from you

Are you from Harlem? Make your arms and legs shake, uh-huh

Give me that slice of cream, is it your birthday? Uh-huh

I got a brush, give me your walls, and I'll paint, uh-huh

Don't need no air, I stay down there 'til I faint (girl, I'm dead)