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Lemon Hell
Auf Tour
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Lemon Hell wurde am 9. Oktober 2026 von All Good Distribution als Teil des Albums ?YouShouldWait? veröffentlicht
Veröffentlicht9. Oktober 2026
LabelAll Good Distribution
SpracheEnglish
BPM86
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

You’re listening to a S. Reidy transmission
1994 and I was born inside a Chuck E. Cheese play pit
I started screaming, then I spit a 16 to cope, or I suppose
Gave me the bill, twenty racks is what I’m paying
Didn’t really have the skrill, because I was only thirty minutes old
They spank me, shoot me up, and say it’s on to the next
My parents Google how to raise a baby boy in twelve easy steps
And I become an indie rapping poster boy of success
Now that’s the context, and here’s the situation
I’m living on a land that’s idle motion’s trepidation
Our kings fly out to islands for satanic little rituals
And big boys with guns protect their rights to our residuals
Your tears look just like mirrors in the golden hour
I’ll see it as a sign that our abstraction is our only power
And word might really be our only weapon
Surrender is our savior
Puff your chest when you address him
I think we might not be safe here
Why’s it bright hell? I’m sleeping and it’s 4am
I think we might not be safe here
There’s a bomb in Cameron's car and he’s crashing out
I think we might not be safe here
Right or wrong, looks like we should’ve took a different route
I think we might not be safe here
But no rules, I’ve seen nightmares in molecules
I know there’s a hole inside you
I feel it inside me
I know it all to well
So here’s my home I built with bricks made out of swag and dirt
My tv with the big screen always set to the mass murder network
My couch I stole from someone’s else house
While they were out of town at meetings
Teaching how to spend your bread way better
I call this self-assimilation
Stars, stripes, and illness in collaboration
Heart tries to stir the stagnant conversations
Art dies, the devils laugh is too contagious
They try to put our heads on plates here
So my brothers and my sisters and my thisters
All made a brand new colony with no open positions
Our currency is Cheeze-It’s
And the music scene is quite efficient
And our mayor's name is Peter Griffin
And his secretary’s Antwuan Dixon
And we use Mountain Dew like fossil fuels
No rules, I’ve seen nightmares in molecules
And that’s pretty much it
I think we might not be safe here
Cauliflower clouds shade me from the UV rays
I think we might not be safe here
Shooting stars across the sky with nothing left to wish
I think we might not be safe here
Faked the funk so long, I swear I start to smell the stench
I think we might not be safe here
But ah well, I don’t obsess over the lemon hell
I know there's a hole inside of you
I feel it inside me
I know it all too well
Written by: Shawn Dominic Reidy II

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