That Ain't Love, That's Sugar

Doctor, doctor tell me the cure
What's been ailing me
I can't even be sure

I'm so sick, I can't get out of bed
Something's wrong with me
Wrong with my head

Girl I been seeing
Make me suffer my pride
She's a pretty little thing
But she ain't at all dignified

I work all day at the sweat factory
While she does her nails
And watches TV

Oh yeah, it's true
Doctor, tell me what can I do?

What kind of medicine
Can help me fix the mess
That I've found myself in

He said, son you're caught up
In a young mans game
You might like the hustle
But it's gonna end in shame
The finer she look,
The sharper she hook
And suffering will know you by name

But that ain't love, thats sugar
Hell, I had a sweet tooth myself
That ain't love thats sugar
Too much jellyroll
Send you out of control

He said, son you gotta find one
That better suits your style
Someone who can make even
The bad times worthwhile

Someone who makes you patient
Someone who makes you kind
Someone who's doing more
Than just chasing a good time

Cause' that ain't love, that's sugar
Don't you mistake it for something else
I know what you crave,
But you're digging your grave