Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lemons, artist - Hemlock ErnstAlbum song Time & Materials, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Lemons |
| Keep the us with the uses and the yous with the yous |
| Ya’ll know everything and we’re still confused |
| In the suburbs drinking inner city booze |
| Keep the us with the uses and the yous with the yous |
| Everybody loves a rich man, would this be on my kinsmen? |
| I’ll travel 'round, beyond beyond and left to know and |
| Look at what my daddy did, my daddy be like heritage |
| I’m 33, he 46, my bitch be on my daddy’s dick |
| I know the best room is a blessed the internet tuner |
| I bodyslam this guy on a boat like Lex Luger |
| Still narcissist, and skeet shooters kill partridges |
| How they get the whole game in these little cartridges? |
| Dedicate young, got that fever |
| You could shake like Roger Ebert |
| I’ma sing a song like Jason Segel |
| I’ma get paid like Al Capone |
| You’ll be like, «That boy did yoga |
| Didn’t know he spoke Kyoto |
| Sounded like he Japanese» |
| I’ma sing a song, my rapper key |
| Bitch be on… |
| I’ve never seen my mom and pops together |
| They had a relationship and I am its fossil record |
| Call me Dr. Hossenfeffer, call me Dr. Awesome Sweater |
| Fuck it! |
| Call me Dr. Pepper, yeah |
| People say I’m pretty clever with the penmanship |
| They start to say it then I never hear the end of it |
| The student loan stings, I never paid the whole thing |
| So I tense up anytime my fucking phone rings |
| Tar paper the bartender |
| Back handed with rye whiskey |
| Off center, I’m all winter |
| Starter jackets in city center |
| Dinner plans in rental vans |
| Candy coated my nursery |
| Seed planted in alley way |
| Crack sprouts a few orange trees |
| Olaf grieved |
| Blind with mother’s tongue we hung 'round |
| Sunny streets |
| Feel the rays |
| Sing with Charles |
| Now in charge |
| Girl’s got bars |
| El DeBarge |
| Kick the sand |
| Seal that circle |
| Friends with fans |
| Sometimes fuck, like Ghostface say |
| No hello goodbye yesterday |
| I live in the whiskey, I forgot how the cola tastes |
| I spaced and woke up at this one frozen yoghurt place |
| Sprinkled around yoghurt-eating people |
| And I don’t even eat frozen yoghurt |
| True story! |
| Find some love and sell the autos, drugs |
| Dress the bitch, I took a club |
| On horse patrol, I lose control |
| On a trail seconds late |
| Find my line, you a 'gator |
| Take your cash like a waiter |
| Gallop through the mountain scapes |
| On horse patrol you can’t escape |
| I’s on a plane |
| Tomorrow I’ll be on a train |
| The next one I’ll be on a plane |
| Meet future versions of myself |
| In open plains |
| Laid to rest |
| Come to nest |
| Some to sleep |
| Under sheets |
| Curse the day |
| Curse the grave |
| No hello goodbye yesterday |
| Keep the us with the uses and the yous with the yous |
| Ya’ll know everything and we’re still confused |
| In the suburbs drinking inner city booze |
| Keep the us with the uses and the yous with the yous |
| Yous |
| Yous with the yous |
| Us with the uses and the yous with the yous |
| Catch me on a beach, 'bout to take a cruise |
| 'Bout to go to the mall and buy me some shoes |
| Buy me some booze, need to get some clues |
| Ya’ll motherfuckers wanna win, I wanna lose |
| That’s not the cruise |
| This is the cruise |
| Me and-- |
| (Yeah, alright) |