Lyrics

In a land where talking grand Can often grant a chance to go ride that wave We been rocking it often and I want the plan to popularize that name But we move with the common man Trying to keep a little contraband Morse code on pots and pans Stop to stand a plot that will not be changed Gotta set a vibe and let it get through These critics lie to then affect you They been dead inside and they let it ride To be verified by the next crew We don't sip that flavor no The gimmicks lamer labor is greater so You can keep that fame in the vapor bro We want more than a taste of the fate you hold We don't want that Black lemonade! Sell your soul for all this gold Until you find your way You should know that what you hold is Worth more than they say I won't Ever ride the wave You and I know That they're dying to taste Black lemonade! 1st sip gets you high 2nd sip lose ya mind 3rd one you gone find You just might not survive I Had stars in my retinas Billboard wit black letters Cellphones in my eyes Highs I can't describe But the come down somehow Got my soul rundown what now I was unfound unsound Living life on illicit compounds Had a run a maze to my center Now it's strobe lights in September Had to hold mics for decades Just to not take a sip or even a drip Or have just one taste of that Black lemonade! Sell your soul for all this gold Until you find your way You should know that what you hold is Worth more than they say I won't Ever ride the wave You and I know That they're dying to taste Black lemonade! Black lemonade! Black lemonade! I won't Ever ride the wave You and I know
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