Sad is the man who drinks with himself To fog up the day that precedes From sad then to happy from happy to bitter That bitter old man is me Hey, drink
Caught between one thick line I can never see in the dark Can you see at all? Can you see at all? Can you see at all? [x2] And now you go (Slip me the
is just a yellow lemon-tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning turning turning turning turning around And all that I can see is just another lemon
Э, слышь, ты чё гришь? Тудавой-сюдавой. Ты мне не втулишь. Пушто Мистер Малой. Я не тот Герандот. Три рубля, трапаля. Меня трезвого прёт, как царя-короля
with my feet up Lemon purple rings and the freaks go Lemon purple rings and the freaks go Lemons on your face watch ya freeze up Lemons on your face
Kiss a girl, slay a hag Feel the flavor, freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade
D-town, westside yeah i said it westside but they yellin BIG so mouch that you would think Im bedstuy you are now rockin wit the newest nigga best out
Milk milk lemonade round the back's where chocolates made. 4x I know you're thirsty baby standing in the heat. I got the juicy fruit; the sweet peaches
I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple Feelina?? like I got the biggest dick in the world and I cana??t even fit a Magnum (Lemon!) My mama smokina
Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still... Yea jets Fool ?, ?, Run your nigga right back Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session
, always till the end Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade
Swallow your pride Make way for the new bride Holdin' your tounge When they call another winner And oh there is more to this life Hey Mr Golden Deal
She, she came down From the mountain And I, I stood my ground On the mountain And like a fire I'm drawn to her lust I can't run from her but Lord, I
Big wings and small waters Carry me back home Small minds Stand protected under bigot sunshine I'm not alone But I'm far from home You can never go home
It's the way he looks at you That says to me, "This isn't over" From the outside looking in You see there's nothing sacred here Nothing sacred You can
Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
Oh my sugar she won't bend Fly with me On your love she will depend Fly with me, my love When you're down, feeling low Not quite paid for not quite sold
Me and my old man Don't see eye to eye We take our walks outside Underneath the birch trees He said, "I think it's gonna freeze this year" I said, "I
