Spit out your sourness or bitter
-taste, You’ll know
they’re full of shit, aight
Even if your ingredients
are soaking like syrup
Are you gonna bite ‘em?
Always tend to be honest grown boy
But pessimists make you drown, drown
You can’t fight becoy
They want you to lock you down
No way to die
So let them see us escape from mayhem
And brand new future’s waiting
We will be the wanna-be
Let’s start with this, the recipe
We the chemistry will break the rules
Let’s squeeze the juice, and stir it up
Like a lemonade, just drink it
Always tend to be honest grown boy
But pessimists make you drown, drown
You can’t fight becoy
They want you to lock you down
No way to die
So let them see us escape from mayhem
And brand new future’s waiting
We will be the wanna-be
Let’s start with this, the recipe
We the chemistry will break the rules
Let’s squeeze the juice, and stir it up
Like a lemonade, just drink it