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YUNGBLUD with Denzel Curry - Lemonade
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INTERPRÉTATION
YUNGBLUD
YUNGBLUD
Chant
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Chant
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Paroles/Composition
Dominic Harrison
Dominic Harrison
Paroles/Composition
Justin Tranter
Justin Tranter
Paroles/Composition
Matt Schwartz
Matt Schwartz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Production
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Ingénierie de mixage
Brent Arrowood
Brent Arrowood
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

They just squeeze my brain, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade Head melting for days, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade They say, "Go be an adult" Where guns and knives are an antidote To retain some kind of self-control Sip amphetamine through a telescope You erased all the calls from my telephone No sense of smile, maybe tell a joke Holdin' back your tears, singin' cynical Syllables, yeah Let's take a hit on a pipe dream Was that fate or mistake? 'Cause that timing up Yeah, that parts of my mind don't get much blood Yeah, you want someone dead? Mummy, call me up You look like a twisted Robin Hood Do you take from the rich and the poor and us? Wearin' diamond shoes when you walk your pubs In a time you curate where there ain't no love Where do I go when I'm alone, not on the phone? When I am on my own (gotta tell me that) They just squeeze my brain, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade Head melting for days, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade Stopped takin' acid, but still got a reflux I drip out from the socket to a T-cup Drink up, inside, look when they peep us Jesus in the belly of the beast, but Outside, there's a war goin' on On your front lawn, Black Hawks see the red dawn, horizon Blind generation abidin' by laws of attraction My thoughts still risin' Thinkin', what type of knowledge don't sink in? Life gives you lemons, and my only thought is drinkin' Percy, will I be alive or dead before thirty? That's all that concerns me, early Lemonade quenchin' my inner rage When it takes to the stage way before they pour it on my grave Minute Maid, let it set my soul ablaze Onto each and every wave, put me in the water for the safe They just squeeze my brain, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade Head melting for days, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade They just squeeze my brain, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade (lemonade, lemonade) Head melting for days, gettin' off on pain Drippin' down your face like I'm lemonade Oh, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (down for what?) Oh, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (down for what?) Oh, ah (lemonade, lemonade, lemonade) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (quenchin' my inner rage, lemonade) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (lemonade, what?) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (lemonade, down for what?) Oh, ah (lemonade, lemonade, lemonade) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (quenchin' my inner rage, lemonade) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (lemonade, what?) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (down for what?) Hahaha
Writer(s): Mike Crossey, Denzel Curry, Dominic Harrison, Matt Schwartz, Justin Drew Tranter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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