Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lemon-Aid / Pinocchio, artist - Mosie
Date of issue: 31.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lemon-Aid / Pinocchio |
I’m happy you’re not forcing it |
Happy its a breeze |
Happy you’re not forfeiting |
Happy you’re grieving with ease |
I’m only sappy in the morning light |
I’m only waiting for the doves |
I’m only snappy when i feel your bite |
Hope the clock reminds you we’re in love |
Look at our smitten beaches fade |
While you sip your lemonade |
You got me sitting in the shade |
At the tip of your blade |
You got me mopping the acrylic |
From the mess that you made |
You got me scraping up my braces |
With this professional grade toothpaste |
And its only been two days |
But i could think of a few ways |
That this coulda gone smoother |
A few belongings you coulda coulda scooped up |
A few mysteries you ain’t have to spew up |
A few recipes you didn’t have to brew up |
But its all good we all screwed up |
I’ll never hold it against you |
I could feel my hands turn to leather |
My friends turn to feathers in the wind |
Ones still stickin around think they clever |
Hows the weather where you been |
Now there ain’t nothin you could trust about a moonlit cloud |
About the way he walk in and how the dude sit down now |
Pull it from my throat lemme stutter out loud |
But it ain’t the right time now lemme flutter down town |
Now where’s my motherfuckin jiminy |
My nose too long to fit down the fucking chimney |
Geppetto why you make me manipulate so soft and timidly |
Nah enough of all this gimmickry it’s time for y’all to mimick me |
Now don’t ya know that pride taste good if you’re feedin yourself |
If you’re made of pine wood and hang ya feet off the shelf |
The wise teletubby toy told me not to decieve |
So imma stay a grubby boy and wear my cock on my sleeve |
Yeah follow me i’ll take ya where you think you wanna be |
But then you gon see that everything exactly how it seems |
And you been starin at the sun while i’m peekin through the seams |
While you layin in ya bunk i been sneakin through your dreams |
Don’t ya know? |
Bambi |
Don’t ya know that pride taste good with a little whipped cream |
And a cherry on top like some sorta sick dream |
That I been havin for a while til she came and picked me |
And she order up a smile with a dick that ain’t free on the side |
She look me in my eye while she suckin on her lollipop |
And matty in the sky while he tryna fuck the molly pops |
Tryna make a night of it tryna hop the train |
He just tryna get that fried egg tryna get the brain |
Cause we all just lookin for the same thing |
Tryna have a time play the same game |
Now I’m dancin in the fire when my feet are getting tired |
And my pants getting tighter when I’m feeling like a liar |