Louis Metric - Lemonade

They say they pray for me at night
They don't know just how that sounds
Even if it were the thought that counts
It's too late babe, I'm too far down
I stopped thinking that the world might slow
I love my enemies they keep me on my toes
I hate to hit the bottom but I know
That's the only time I grow
Yo here the fuck we go again, I'm sitting where the bottom meets the bricks
Beneath the ship, yo even if the shit was in one piece
It wouldn't matter, cause the thing is flipped, I think it's either sink or swim
My instinct is pour a drink that satan wouldn't even sip
Then slip into some kicks made for fuck-ups, bet my feet would fit
Recently it seems as if, all the things I need to fix
Are popping up everywhere I look like fucking Priuses
There must be a lesson here, life is such a sneaky bitch

Lemonade
There's nothing we can do bout yesterday
Except for get up off the fucking pavement and make some more
Lemonade
I'ma learn from my mistakes, turn this rain to some
Lemonade
There's nothing we can do bout yesterday
Except for get up off the fucking pavement and make some more
Lemonade
I'ma learn from my mistakes, turn this rain to some
Lemonade

I guess that you could say I like to test the water,
And the lava, I ain't satisfied until the fire's right up in my face
Like I'm sitting down at fucking Benihana
Burning like a thousand suns, I'm built like a pinata made of concrete
Ain't no fucking treats about to come, you can swing but yup
I'm out of all them sweets it won't amount to much
Skip the scattered showers, it all came down at once
Now I think this dark cloud is stuck above me and it's piling up
Like welcome to the jungle bitch, every time it comes to this
Certain as the sun is lit
Muscle up, recover, just to tumble from the cliff again
You would think I love this shit, up until the tight rope just schnapps like Rumplemintz
My stomach sick, nauseous like I picked at something rotten
All my problems popping up like toxic weeds in a garden
I just hit the bottom, I should stop digging cut my losses
Pick up all these mother fucking lemons I keep dropping make some

Lemonade
There's nothing we can do bout yesterday
Except for get up off the fucking pavement and make some more
Lemonade
I'ma learn from my mistakes, turn this rain to some
Lemonade
There's nothing we can do bout yesterday
Except for get up off the fucking pavement and make some more
Lemonade
I'ma learn from my mistakes, turn this rain to some
Lemonade

Written by:
Charles Byerly

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