rococo disco - lemon drop lyrics
should be sour, but it tastes so sweet
sugar melts on my tongue like ice cream in the heat
but i feel the beat of the b-ss in my chest
won’t let my head down; won’t let me rest
she my fun, she’s my sour, she’s my drop
waiting for somebody in the room to talk
but with that hair, she’s not quite what she seems
she’s something straight out of my dreams;
she’s harder to believe than what i can’t see
sunlight melts on the gl-ss like b-tter
waiting for us; i’m waiting for my mother
taken back in time to where i once was
it’s been so sublime
waiting for you on the steps of my home
waiting for you before i was alone
i don’t know what i want anymore
she’s my fun, she’s my sour, she’s my drop
waiting for somebody in the room to talk
but with that hair she’s not quite what she seems
she’s something straight out of my dreams
she’s harder to believe than what i can’t see
i don’t got the time
it’s not so sublime when you’re me
i don’t understand the things that p-ss right by me
you’re not on your own
when i’m all alone
you’re not on your own
you’re not on your own!
you’re not on your own!
you’re not on your own!
you’re not on your own!
you’re not on your own!
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