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Testo Unsweetened Lemonade
Testo Unsweetened Lemonade
My eyes are made of acid and my tongue is sharp with spite
Attention whore with too much pride, there's no one I wouldn't fight
I don't like confrontation but I'm staring at the sun
I won't quit until my eyes go red, I'll finish what's begun
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time was coming, can't you see?
I was either gonna die at twelve or ninety-fucking-three
I'd do anything for twenty bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl
I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I usеd to love decayed ovеr the years
It's hard to finish sentences, I'll sell my pride instead
'Cause it's easier to focus, I'm just the price above my head
People think I'm pretty, so I'll buy a hotel room
One bed trope without the tension, the child and her groom
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time had come, why can't you see?
I didn't die at twelve, I guess I'm here 'til ninety-three
I'd do anything for twenty bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I used to love decayed over the years
Enemies to lovers but you'll never own my heart
One-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
Worthless parents make stupid kids, the apple never strays
Your conscience never compromised and ego never pays
I'd do anything for twenty bucks to feel more in control
'Cause lemon hearts are bitter 'til you sweeten up the soul
I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm sobbing citrus tears
Everything I'll ever love decayed over the years
Attention whore with too much pride, there's no one I wouldn't fight
I don't like confrontation but I'm staring at the sun
I won't quit until my eyes go red, I'll finish what's begun
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time was coming, can't you see?
I was either gonna die at twelve or ninety-fucking-three
I'd do anything for twenty bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl
I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I usеd to love decayed ovеr the years
It's hard to finish sentences, I'll sell my pride instead
'Cause it's easier to focus, I'm just the price above my head
People think I'm pretty, so I'll buy a hotel room
One bed trope without the tension, the child and her groom
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time had come, why can't you see?
I didn't die at twelve, I guess I'm here 'til ninety-three
I'd do anything for twenty bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I used to love decayed over the years
Enemies to lovers but you'll never own my heart
One-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
Worthless parents make stupid kids, the apple never strays
Your conscience never compromised and ego never pays
I'd do anything for twenty bucks to feel more in control
'Cause lemon hearts are bitter 'til you sweeten up the soul
I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm sobbing citrus tears
Everything I'll ever love decayed over the years
- Carolina Reaper
- Codeine Coca Cola
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