Unsweetened Lemonade Amélie Farren
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[Verse 1]
My eyes are made of acid and my tongue is sharp with spite
Attention whore with too much pride, there's no one I wouldn't fight
I don't like confrontation but I'm staring at the sun
I won't quit until my eyes go red, I'll finish what's begun
[Pre-Chorus]
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time was coming, can't you see?
I was either gonna die at twelve or ninety-fucking-three
[Chorus]
I'd do anything for twenty bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl
I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I usеd to love decayed ovеr the years
[Verse 2]
It's hard to finish sentences, I'll sell my pride instead
'Cause it's easier to focus, I'm just the price above my head
People think I'm pretty, so I'll buy a hotel room
One bed trope without the tension, the child and her groom
[Pre-Chorus]
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time had come, why can't you see?
I didn't die at twelve, I guess I'm here 'til ninety-three
My eyes are made of acid and my tongue is sharp with spite
Attention whore with too much pride, there's no one I wouldn't fight
I don't like confrontation but I'm staring at the sun
I won't quit until my eyes go red, I'll finish what's begun
[Pre-Chorus]
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time was coming, can't you see?
I was either gonna die at twelve or ninety-fucking-three
[Chorus]
I'd do anything for twenty bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
'Cause lemonade is bitter 'til you sweeten up the bowl
I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
Everything I usеd to love decayed ovеr the years
[Verse 2]
It's hard to finish sentences, I'll sell my pride instead
'Cause it's easier to focus, I'm just the price above my head
People think I'm pretty, so I'll buy a hotel room
One bed trope without the tension, the child and her groom
[Pre-Chorus]
I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time had come, why can't you see?
I didn't die at twelve, I guess I'm here 'til ninety-three
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