LEMONADE REDUX (Intro)
Outta bread like a celiac
I was gone, not too long
I took a little nap
(Where'd he go?)
Where I'm really at
Looking up online pictures of artifacts
(Huh?) (Whatchu talking 'bout)
Cause I'm just high and lazy
I had to cut my girlfriend off
The bitch was tryna save me
Like who you think you is
The only woman on my mind is coming from the 80's
(Awww)
And that woman my mother
When I'm with your bitch
I'm like a cop
I'm undercover
You must have really loved her
Well I'm sorry
Try again
After Hot Girl Summer
Well I'm sorry
Lost my pen
Can't take down your number
Man, I'm like a stray dog
I could never collar
I could never call her
I only want one thing
And that's to just be taller
I got bars for days
I had to get inside my car
And just drive away
Cause I'm the bigger man
I do a breathing exercise when I'm a little mad
I made 'em meditate
This a trump rally (Huh?)
I just let 'em hate
You're a little late
Life gave me sour people
I made lemonade
I don't need to be inspired
I just need the jeep
With the big tires
Smoked so much I can't get higher
Prefer a Clipper
But I'll settle for a Bic lighter
Move to LA
Still rep Suns
No Clippers
No dick rider
I'm figured a kid's higher
Meaning, I'm your dad
He don't subscribe to fads
He don't fit in his pants
He's barking at the pack
He's telling them to move
(He's telling them to move)
I was gone, not too long
I took a little nap
(Where'd he go?)
Where I'm really at
Looking up online pictures of artifacts
(Huh?) (Whatchu talking 'bout)
Cause I'm just high and lazy
I had to cut my girlfriend off
The bitch was tryna save me
Like who you think you is
The only woman on my mind is coming from the 80's
(Awww)
And that woman my mother
When I'm with your bitch
I'm like a cop
I'm undercover
You must have really loved her
Well I'm sorry
Try again
After Hot Girl Summer
Well I'm sorry
Lost my pen
Can't take down your number
Man, I'm like a stray dog
I could never collar
I could never call her
I only want one thing
And that's to just be taller
I got bars for days
I had to get inside my car
And just drive away
Cause I'm the bigger man
I do a breathing exercise when I'm a little mad
I made 'em meditate
This a trump rally (Huh?)
I just let 'em hate
You're a little late
Life gave me sour people
I made lemonade
I don't need to be inspired
I just need the jeep
With the big tires
Smoked so much I can't get higher
Prefer a Clipper
But I'll settle for a Bic lighter
Move to LA
Still rep Suns
No Clippers
No dick rider
I'm figured a kid's higher
Meaning, I'm your dad
He don't subscribe to fads
He don't fit in his pants
He's barking at the pack
He's telling them to move
(He's telling them to move)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Martin
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