[Chorus: Vince Staples] Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
[Verse 1: Vince Staples & Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, money talk, broke niggas talk louder (Yeah) That's why they face so sour (Yeah) Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (Ask Suga Free) Still bust a nigga head, that's the hood in me (Hey) From the ghetto, by the beach, bullets in a breeze (From the hood) I got million dollar dreams, I got nigga needs (I'm the hood) Baby, from around the way, say she feelin' me (Yeah) Wanna get with me, make a memory (Yeah) Think she's tryna set me up She send a late night text sayin', "Let's meet up" (Yeah, I don't know) No way, I heard you kick it with the enemies (No way) And if a nigga think I'm slippin' then he gettin' wings XD. 40 with the lemon squeeze (Bang) Hold seventeen, clutch it I'ma air the scene Sweet dreams (Yeah) Trippin' on everything (On the hood) Really with it, so you better be, ayy (Yeah)
[Chorus: Vince Staples] Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
[Verse 2: Vince Staples & Ty Dolla $ign] (Ayy, tell 'em where you from) I come from where everybody thirsty (Thirsty) Got some money, now these niggas wanna hurt me (Tell me why?) How another nigga gettin' to it get you mad? (Ayy, get a bag) You should go and get some cash 'fore I get you crashed Really livin' fast, die young by the gun We don't wanna know your name, tell us where you're from (Hey, tell me where you from?) I done ran it up a M, but it's not enough (Yeah, homie) Used to kick it in they hood 'til we shot it up (Yeah, homie) Ayy, it's no friends in the gangland (No friends) Started with a skateboard and a spray can Pull up on they main block, goin' Rain Man (Bah) Money talks, Crips walk, niggas ain't playin' Heavy steppin' if I wanna get to Heaven I'ma have to hit the gate, did too many 211's Tryna break that bank like ScHoolboy said Won't stop 'til the whole hood fed On my granny grave (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Vince Staples] Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade) Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade) Nowhere to go when we in a cage Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (Yeah)
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Vince Staples] Ice cold, baby, ice cold They think I'm pimpin', baby Summertime in the LB Oh, what a feelin', baby Bittersweet, yeah, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh, oh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Summertime in the shade (Lemonade) Ice cold lemonade Summertime in the shade Ice cold lemonade Feelin' like, feelin' like Ice cold lemonade, yeah Summertime in the shade Ice cold lemonade Feelin' like, feelin' likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
