The Thought & Smith the Poet - Grape Lemonade

See me drifting like a quasar
Searching for a day job
Acting like I ain't yall
Simply cuz I ain't dawg
And you could tell me I should change
But we know we stuck in our ways
And got some time to take
Away all this fucking grey
See me drifting like a quasar
Searching for a day job
Acting like I ain't yall
Simply cuz I ain't dawg
And you could tell me I should change
But we know we stuck in our ways
And got some time to take
Away all this Fucking pain
We feel on a day to day
What's real isn't real anyway
Fuck how you feel, I've been floating for days
It's simple, It's great, no problems to make
When sipping that grape lemonade

It's clear what to say
Or appears that way
Couldn't feel more vague
Up close, I think space
Could show me some cadence
While silence is stated
Or often Miss Taken'd
To care what to say when
You cut the loose ends
Rot wit my two sense
Not what I used then
Or taught cuz I'm too bent, yeah

We go down like lemonade!
We double-cup with the grapes!
We don't know what we can say
Ay, been wasting our days!
Hit the town like the parade
We clean enough for the maids
We don't know what we can say
Ay, just tryna get paid
Off of the stage, not taking advantage
Of children or dazed, not making the damage
We building the Waze, not apps, just some patterns
A crazier Kramer with slaps just for Saturn
The madder the reason the fatter the beefing
We bask in the treason to outlast a season
I'm out here, a heathen, so you can keep breathing
The buds that I'm fiending, suds got me gleaming
Fuck it, all that glimmer made of tin foil, I said it
Suckers spending duckets for a shimmer, then regret it
Tuck it in the corner of your mind and then forget it
Until it's time to pay the bills and now you just indebted
You heard "an eye for an eye" but standing there like Fetty
Heard the "Red Grin Grumble", acting like you get it
You know I yack before the show, like it's mom's spaghetti
Jack is still the never-snow, like we in the Serengeti
We go down like lemonade
We double-cup with the grapes
We give your mother the AIDS
But it wasn't rape

Real isn't real anyway
Fuck how you feel
I've been floating for days
Fuck how you, fuck how you feel
I've been floating for days
Sipping that grape lemonade (We go down like lemonade)
It's clear what to say (We double cup with the grapes)
Or appears that way (We don't know what we can say)
Up close, I think space (Ay, been wasting our days)
Could show me some cadence (We hit the town like the parade)
While silence is stated (We clean enough for the maids)
Or often Miss Taken'd (We don't know what we can say)
To care what to say when (Ay, just tryna get paid)
You cut the loose ends
Rot wit my two sense
Not what I used then
Or taught cuz I'm too bent

Written by:
Christian Smith, Jack Mabie

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