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The Lil Lemon That Could
03:07
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Heart leaping out my goddamn chest
Nowadays I'm feeling so goddamn stressed
I don't wanna try. but I'm doing my best
So much time, but I still feel pressed (Oh god)
"Lemon, why you pissed off?"
'Cause everyone's sayin' that my shit's soft
No gas in the blunt, but I lift off
Rip off all their fucking faces like a Vein song
I don't know when I lost my innocence
Filling up my mind with ill intent
Cut ties with these guys that I left behind
Push everyone away 'til I'm dead inside
I wasn't raised religious, so I have no god to fear
But if I die a sudden death, I hope my soul is in the clear
Death knocking on my door, so I'm asking "Who's there?"
But I never get an answer, just hurt and despair
Meaningless cycle of wake and repeat
Eat beats, count sheep, just let me sleep in
Everlasting fucking agony, end in tragedy
When I leave, I'll just be a memory
Heart leaping out my goddamn chest
Nowadays I'm feeling so goddamn stressed
I don't wanna try. but I'm doing my best
So much time, but I still feel pressed (Oh god)
"Lemon, why you pissed off?"
'Cause everyone's sayin' that my shit's soft
No gas in the blunt, but I lift off
Rip off all their fucking faces like a Vein song
It's the Lil Lemon that could
They were doubtin' if I would
Drop bars like I should
No cash, no car, but he raps good
My words ain't deeper, but my flow way cleaner
Every day I feel weaker, might meet the Grim Reaper
And your bitch a real keeper, and her throat way steeper
I'm not from Pittsburgh, but I might go steal her
........
Side swipe bitches, no contracts I'm signing
I'm content with rhyming for nothing
I'm gon' be something, regardless of who is bumping
My shit is on your playlist
These other rappers too basic
I'm acing any test that you place in my face
And I'm patiently waiting for something to change
Gotta get this money, that's why I'm working twelve hour days
Anxiety through the roof, often think about jumping off
Teeth meet the street and all of my problems are solved
Ex hit my phone after relations dissolved
But she don't wanna be involved like that
Now I'm wondering why she'd call like that...
Damn
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2. |
Cautionary Measures
02:14
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Bidding on my casket
Plastic melt into elastic
Feeling fantastic
Watchin' Lake Placid
Wishing I could cash in
If you need the money, just remember who you asking
Spot me ten bucks
Yeah, that's all that I need
See me skrrtin' right past
Yeah, I'm taking the lead
If you open up your mouth, then I'm making you bleed
Alright
I just spilled the cash on the dance floor
Shorty picked it up and she said that she want more
I just walked into the Vans store
Checkers on my feet, 'cause my life is a game board
Giving up the goals that you aim for
Tell me why you want all that attention and fame for
I just spilled the cash on the dance floor
Everybody saw, not they wishin' that I had more
Post-block like I got banned from social media
Talk down all on my name, and I'm deleting ya
Dead bodies up on my lawn, RIP to ya
One way ticket to Hell, Expedia
Good for nothing vibe
Like I don't care if ya die
Like I don't care if ya live another day to block my shine
Used to wanna get high
But now I just wanna survive
And I'm taking cautionary measures while I'm alive
Real friends don't stay 'til the end, they just bail
Steal trends just to ride on the wave, but still fail
Try to be somebody else, you're still stale
50/50 chance to the top, like slick rails
I just spilled the cash on the dance floor
Shorty picked it up and she said that she want more
I just walked into the Vans store
Checkers on my feet, 'cause my life is a game board
Giving up the goals that you aim for
Tell me why you want all that attention and fame for
I just spilled the cash on the dance floor
Everybody saw, not they wishin' that I had more
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[Lemonyello]
My girl just left me, I'm out on the town
I'm chuggin' light beer 'til I fall on the ground
Get back up, pack up
Leave my fucking city just to put it on the map, yep
Stack up all this fucking bread that I'm tryna make
I can't fuck with them 'cause I know they fake
I don't rock designer, I ain't wearing BAPE
Y'all glorify material
I'm still eating cereal
And bumping Imperial
Y'all lyrical miracle
Lemon always talking shit
To let you know I'm not a bitch
I might have to flip the switch
And get your stupid asses ripped
Metalcore drip like there's blood in the pit
Know I could end your life with the verses I spit
Real shit
Tongue tip roll these words of my lips
Yeah, that's lickity split
Watch me bury the rich
Yuh
Look poor as fuck when I slide in the van
But the whole crowd clap for me
Like I'm Russell Brand
[Dead Sect]
Bitch, I'm too lit
Rollin' with all the ones you noticing
My clique won't switch
Where them boys you running with?
Cold north kid
With the oven on 11
I been whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin' up that medicine
Penning only that dope shit
Fiends will wanna try and smoke this
Spent a minute comatose
I was sleeping on your bullshit
What the fuck you wanna say to me?
Y'all were freezing 'fore I brought the heat
Had to turn it up a few degrees
Yeah, get the money 'til I R.I.P
I'm not with the same shit
Y'all wanna play with
Dropping the ball
When y'all were the favorites
Hand me the keys
I'm driving away without the roof
And my name in your playlist
In these bars like cages, yuh
Riding on that cadence, yuh
All in, like I'm Vegas
I'm over being underrated
Little bitch
Come and fuck with this
You ain't running shit, yeah
Pull up on the kid
And you gonna need a stitch, yeah
Never stepping in Balenciagas
I got dirty Vans
Whole crowd clap for me like I'm Russell Brand
Sick!
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Bag The Bodies
01:42
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Bag 'em, tag 'em
Baseball bat to the back of your dome
I can see you talking shit through the cracks in my phone
No go, no show, you ain't fuckin' with my flow
I'ma snap on the beat just to let you cowards know
Roll up to the party drunk as hell in a Sonata, ay
Go home with a chick who hot as hell, like it's Navada
I can't fuck with them dudes 'cause they cheesy like ricotta, unh
I'ma cop some band tees, y'all waste money on that Prada
Every day a rerun like a show on TBS
I don't give a fuck hom much you payin' for that VVS
I don't need a fucking diamond just to show how much I'm worth
And I'll spit up on your grave once you buried in the dirt, bitch
Heavy lies the crown
I can't wait to watch you drown
Taste the blood, I wash it down
When it's filling up my mouth
And I never had a doubt
That you'd burn out in your town
Bag the motherfucking bodies
I don't wanna hear a sound
Bag 'em, tag 'em
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5. |
Mostly Ghostly
03:25
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I sleep with my door unlocked
So they can find my body if my heart suddenly stops
My ghost is there to greet you when you knock
Feel a cold chill, then I let the blood spill
Got your head spinning like windmill
Quick kill, yo
I should sell anxiety
'Cause I've got a variety
And every time you lie to me
I'm taking notes
On how to make you choke
You think I'm a joke
I don't think you want the smoke
Steady dying slow
Got nowhere to go
But I call this home
Wherever I roam
I'm out in the cold
I feel so alone
But that's how it goes
I don't know
How I got so fucked up in head
Got a mind that's full of dread
Every night I dream of death
And wake up in a different bed
Act of inhumanity
Questioning my sanity
All I see is anarchy
I'm nothing that I want to be
Standing on the precipice
Probably need a therapist
There's got to be more to this
'Cause all I know is...
All my homies run amok
Drink until we spill the cup
Press me 'til I've had enough
But you don't wanna test your luck
Lemonyello think he tough
Dirty Golden cheefin' blunts
He make the beat, I spit the verse
And then I watch him mix it up
Pressure got me slipping up
Police got me tripping some
I break the cuffs, and break their necks
That's how I like to live it up
Don't try
Give all you got, but I
Won't die
I can kill myself on my
Own time
I got nothing left on the
Inside
Say goodbye
Always in the background
Living just to laugh now
Crying in the corner
But I'm joking like the class clown
Sitting by the phone waiting for someone to call
'Cause sometimes I need a voice to help and guide me through it all
I'm fucking beat down
Just another number to delete now
Just another stupid motherfucker in the scene, wow
I take another kick in the face and call it day
I'm scraping for change until I get paid
And purchase a grave
Maybe life's a lie and we've all been sent here to die
'Cause no god up above is gonna tell me otherwise
Constant battle with time
But no reason to try
It's getting harder and harder everyday to feel alive
I can't lie
Guess I'm shit outta luck
Can't emerge from the muck
I'm so sick of feeling stuck
I don't want to give a fuck
Reaper on my back with expired contract
So I lay on my back and let it all fade to black
Like...
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