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And when it rains it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week
She brings her a game
Is it any wonder
Why I been feeling so fucked up?
And when it rains it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Her champagne tears falling
Heavy on my suede shoes
She left me feeling real fucked up
Sexy missionary from the east
She paints like picasso
And digs jazzy beats
＿ spinning on repeat
These minutes into hours
And these days into weeks
She sits pretty overthinking her speech
But there ain't nobody else who dare speak
But just don't mess with her parameters
Her old man's in the mafia
A stone cold killer
All us englishmen are amateurs
And when it rains it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week
She brings her a game
Is it any wonder
Why I been feeling so fucked up?
And when it rains it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Her champagne tears falling
Heavy on my suede shoes
She left me feeling real fucked up
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaa
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaahhhaaah
Well it could be better could be worse
This mediocrity is just the least I deserve
Cause I been putting in the work
But does a strong work ethic actually work?
Sometimes I feel I'm sowing seeds
Just to feed the birds
And these pearlescent pigeons come
And scratch up my turf
What's my better nature worth?
Cause I give a little something
But get nothing in return
And when it rains it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week
She brings her a game
Is it any wonder
Why I been feeling so fucked up?
And when it rains it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Her champagne tears falling heavy
On my suede shoes
She left me feeling real fucked up
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaa
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaahhhaaah