Lemonade going Sour
Hey B, I hear you
But I ain’t no mushroom
You’re so hot on the stage
And so cold in the bedroomYou say you’re not happy
You say it’s my fault
Well that’s your wound
And that’s your saltI worked with Becky
We had some platonic fun
But you made the bullet
And you pointed the gunAnd what’s with the hive?
All them sisters now onside
Saying you’re now a victim
You know that’s not rightI love you baby
I want to see you happy
I never want to hurt you
But you gotta believe meI love you baby
But you gotta move on
If we can’t stop hurting
Then we’ll soon be gone
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