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Dirty Lemon

by Lemonyello & Dirty Golden

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
[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!
4.
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
5.
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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released March 30, 2021

All songs written by Lemonyello
All songs produced, mixed & mastered by Dirty Golden
Additional recording by James Becca
Artwork by Lemonyello

Track 3 features Dead Sect
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