Lemon Juice - Murs, Curtiss King

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?

You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece

Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?

Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?

Interception, offsides, this is my play

Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?

Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Now once upon a time when I was looking very fly

I saw a girl almost as dope as me, she caught my eye

But before I could walk over to this girl and say a thing

I was interrupted by this nerd Curtiss King

Now excuse me pretty lady, don’t want to come at you crazy

But if he gave you his number, I think you need to erase it

Oh no, I’m not a hater like that man is not a shaver

But look at his InstaGram, he wearing Adventure Time leggings

Now if Curtiss was a Jedi, his lightsaber would be clear

That means nonexistent like his fucking rap career

Look his breath got your face melted, please make your choice

Do you want a Blake Shelton or a reject from The Voice?

Hold up, listen to his language, ain’t he so damn offensive?

When I look inside your eyes, I see the loyalist missus

Do you really need a man to give you fourth and some inches?

Having your couch smelling like spoiled oil and incense

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?

You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece

Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?

Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?

Interception, offsides, this is my play

Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?

Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Girl, forget you ever met him but you don’t forget my number

He be forgettin' to forget, that’s a goddamn conundrum

This nigga got a Scion, but me, I got a Kia

How he gotta charge his car before he even come to see ya?

Why you yellin', high yellow ass nigga, baby, please

Ain’t you tired of these flaky emo Drake wannabees?

You piss colored dish scrubber, still livin' with your mother

How you got the nerve to diss a real motherfucker?

Hold up, girl, I’m so cold I freezer burn in a sauna

And Murs so old, he got a Walkman in his pocket

He probably even went to kindergarten with your mama

Sweet Lord, I mean for real, is he even worth the problem?

Cool story, bro, but let’s state facts

Curtiss, you so light-skinned, you probably hate blacks

I’m getting sidetracked, baby, it’s all about you

So is it him or it’s me?

Come on, what you wanna do?

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?

You see me tryna holla at this little dime piece

Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?

Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

Hold up, homie, why you gotta get in my way?

Interception, offsides, this is my play

Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?

Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?