Lemons - Hemlock Ernst, Cavanaugh, Open Mike Eagle

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)