Lemonade

Sour like some lemonade
Your face yellow-tinted like a sunny day
I run away from the hurting and the hurricanes
On my way to your place
Flowers on the porch taste
A little sweeter than some Minute Maid
I gotta say that I'm beginning to know what to say
I'm spending days evading time in all the worst ways
Living on a Thursday

Tastes like lemonade first I've ever made
Out all the shapes and the signs of a better day
Looking out the way of a night that I'd never take
I don't wanna waste your time on a seven, eight,
Out of a ten hop out of the Benz
that you and your friends don't own
Again and again mama told me to stop that playing on your phone
Out of respect, I just wanna talk
Keeping it real yeah keep it on lock
Call me Dwyane Wade, call me Dwayne Rock
Flash electricity going down blocks
Climbing up the industry fast like stocks
And we're breaking up the industry fast like stocks
I don't know what you're giving me I don't know what you got
But I'm damn sure that I don't want a lot
I just want peace, I just wanna chill
A little bit of spice up in all of my meals
1108, Top Dawg, Dreamville
Running around the city like a 20 peso bill
Me and all my friends getting lost in Manila(la la)
Drip like frosty vanilla (la la)
Shoot my shot like Lillard
Ice cold killer like Godzilla yuh
Come on over it's about to get on
I got some ice for your ears and a bucket of songs
It's been a nice couple years but I'm ready to bomb
And to the lights and the fears that I'm bringing along
I don't want you anymore so go and take a step outside the door
I don't want you anymore so go and take a step outside the door
And get outta my mind

Sour like some lemonade
Your face yellow-tinted like a sunny day
I run away from the hurting and the hurricanes
On my way to your place
Flowers on the porch taste
A little sweeter than some Minute Maid
I gotta say that I'm beginning to know what to say
I'm spending days evading time in all the worst ways
Living on a Thursday

Sweeter than lemonade come over demonstrate
How you entangled and snatched up my soul
Timothee Chalamet charm that I'm handling
Got me stacking up adding up dough
Dripping I'm sipping I'm wishing for sweet
But sour is all that I see and I'm weak
I know that I haven't been around in a week
But nothing is nothing it's never that deep
It's never that deep like 21 feet swim laps around my mind
And I got 20 more seats and plenty more beats in the back of my mind
I hope you send me your keys to the hopes and the dreams
And the tears and the cheers and the fears that you hold dear
Looking on to next year hoping that you get by
I hope you get by

I hope that you and me can meet again
I'm fresh like salmon that's Norwegian
Drip wet like it's leaking from the ceiling
I hope I see you on the weekend baby

Sour like some lemonade
Your face yellow-tinted like a sunny day
I run away from the hurting and the hurricanes
On my way to your place
Flowers on the porch taste
A little sweeter than some Minute Maid
I gotta say that I'm beginning to know what to say
I'm spending days evading time in all the worst ways
Living on a Thursday