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Lemonade – Javier Sale

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 tastes
A little sweeter than some Minute Maid
I gotta say that I’m beginning to know what to say
I’m spendin’ days evading time in all the worst ways
Livin’ on a Thursday

Yuh (Yuh yuh yuh yuh)
Yeah, tastes like lemonade, first I ever made out
All the shapes and signs of a better day
Lookin’ all the way up at night that I never take
I don’t want to waste your time on a 7-8
Out of a 10, hop out of thе Benz
That you and your friends don’t own, yeah
Again and again, mama told mе to stop that playing on your phone
Out of respect, I just wanna talk
Keepin’ it real, yeah, keep it on lock
Call me Dwayne Wade, call me Dwayne Rock
Flash electricity going down blocks
Climbing up the industry fast like stocks
We’re breaking up the industry fast like stocks
Don’t know what she giving me, 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
Eleven ‘o eight top dog dream ville
Running ‘round the city like a twenty-peso bill
Me and all my friends getting lost in Manila-la-la-la
Drip like frosty vanilla-la-la-la
Shoot my shoot like Lillard
Ice cold killa’, like Godzilla
Yeah, coming over it’s about to get on
Get some ice-free beers and a bucket of songs
Been a nice couple years but I’m ready to bomb
Into the likes and the fears that I’m bringing along
I don’t want you anymore
She’s going to take a step outside the door, yeah
I don’t want you anymore
So go and take a step outside the door
And get out of my mind (Yeah)

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 tastes
A little sweeter than some Minute Maid
I gotta say that I’m beginning to know what to say
I’m spendin’ days evading time in all the worst ways
Livin’ on a Thursday

Yuh, aye
Sweeter than lemonade
Come over, demonstrate
How you entangled and snatched up my soul
Timothée Chalamet charm that I’m handling
Got me a stack and I pat enough dough
Drippin’, I’m sippin’, and wishin’ for sweet
But sour is all that I see and I’m weak
I know that I haven’t been ‘round in a week
But nothing is nothing, it’s never that deep, yeah
It’s never that deep like 21 feet swimming laps ‘round my eyes
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 the next year
Hoping that you get by
Hope you get by

I hope that you and me can meet again
I’m fresh like Simon that’s Norwegian
Drip wet like it’s leakin’ from the ceilin’
I hope I see you on the weekend, baby
(Sippin’ 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 tastes (On the porch tastes like you)
A little sweeter than some Minute Maid
I gotta say that I’m beginning to know what to say (I like you)
I’m spendin’ days evading time in all the worst ways (I like you)
Livin’ on a Thursday

Flowers on the porch tastes like you
I don’t know what it is but it might do (Aye)
I like you
I like you
I like you (Oh yeah, yeah yeah)

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