Lemon Party

[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 fuck, 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 motherfucking 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 shit, I'm so excited Calm down, mother fucker, 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 bitches that'll literally kiss My ass, if I made a song that went (ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass) Head to the bank and check my (cash, cash, cash, cash, cash) But I ain't got shit And I ain't gonna bitch And I ain't gonna wish Mind to my biz' Higher than a ship Don't eat breakfast but all my chef's shit 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 (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) [Chorus: Alicia Brockert]