Lemons
when life give you lemons you make lemonade
when life gives you a job its time to get paid
when life gives you women you'll surely get laid
but obsess over all this you'll end up a slave
see no evil hear no evil speak no evil please
just because I'm Satanist people think that I'm diseased
but I assure you all that I'm the cleanliest you'll ever see
cuz one of the things that separate is the fact I'm still me
I don't really care for the opinions of what you think
cut you, you cut me we bleed red and both show pink
inside were the same its our tones that are both distinct
if we keep fighting this war its all who will be extinct
when life gives you lemons
you can try to paint them gold
but you'll always be reminded
cuz inside still turns to mould
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