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marc goone - lemon party lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m about to go e. hemingway
on this lemonade
be no better way
to describe what i’m liable to do
let’s get back to it anyway (anyway)
been away, in a daze, in maze
i think it’s better than my room, i need to get away
put the pad and pen away
i think i need a little break
put the mary jane away
i think i need a dinner plate
now i just ate a couple of edibles
and i’m high as f-ck, in general
i feel tickley in my genitals
and my brain function is minimal
could have been a preemie
but what you know, wound up as a weed head
got p’s on my head but not a p head
bruce lee on my head but not a lee head
what if i could befriend
andy milonakis
now a day the media obnoxious
when every single thing we eat is processed
talk about peds are toxic
when they’re in my broccoli, prolly
golly, wayne you should quit popping mollies
trinidad jame$, stick to popping [?]
when life gives you lemons, find bacardi
now you got a motherf-cking lemon party

[chorus: alicia brockert]
spend too much of my time on the internet
i never go outside, because the internet
i’ve been to every site on the internet
no need for me to sign, because the internet
my songs, they getting play on the internet
i started getting paid, because the internet
and now they know my name on the internet
the reason why you’re late, because the internet

[verse 2]
car ride drive is dilemma
always broke, i need to get a jetta
or maybe a chrysler, hm, 300
tell my grandmomma tats are henna
when i blow up, i’mma get a buick gm
make my [?] drive it
blow my money on stupid sh-t, i’m so excited
calm down, mother f-cker, jerk your head to this
and with a little bit of piff, i’ll be a little better [?]
but i’mma hit it until i trip
and don’t you [?]
there’s a hundred thousand b-tches that’ll literally kiss
my -ss, if i made a song that went
(-ss, -ss, -ss, -ss, -ss, -ss)
head to the bank and check my
(cash, cash, cash, cash, cash)
but i ain’t got sh-t
and i ain’t gonna b-tch
and i ain’t gonna wish
mind to my biz’
higher than a ship
don’t eat breakfast but all my chef’s sh-t
my very best dish
a little sorbet mixed with fresh fish
i look like a young byron leftwich
spent 5k to get your grandma’s breast lift
(b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)

[chorus: alicia brockert]

- marc goone lyrics

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