Sweet Degrees of Separation lyrics

[[Intro]]
No sweet degrees to your separation

[[Verse One]]
I pick up the kid's toys, and still look like a treat
I wash the dishes, record time, and still get you a bite to eat
You say, "You're going too slow
Don't need to have other problems, no-oh
Why're you doing all that other sh*t? Just do what I'm wanting"

[[Chorus]]
You ain't the center of my world, I got some sh*t on my plate
My time ain't a Tootsie Pop, how many licks does it take
To get your folds outta my formation
No sweet degrees to your separation
I'm not a tiny macaroon to devour
I'm the Burj Khalifa, come and climb my tower
Get your folds outta my formation
No sweet degrees to your separation
No-oh-oh-oh, oh sh*t, here we go

[[Verse Two]]
I wait on you like a waitress (waitrеss)
You break me in like bracеs (braces)
The truth was sugarcoated, it would gleam and glisten
But this time, no sh*t, you're gonna listen