Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jono Dorr
Background Vocals
Maesa Pullman
Background Vocals
Rosa Pullman
Background Vocals
Brandon Fried
Drums
Jeremy Freedman
Background Vocals
Jesse
Lead Vocals
Mike Margot
Background Vocals
Zachary Abels
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Abels
Songwriter
Michael Margott
Songwriter
Jeremy Freedman
Songwriter
Brandon Fried
Songwriter
Jesse Rutherford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4E
Producer
Erik Reichers
Engineer
Jason Hiller
Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Geoff Swan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She was 5-foot-4 with some money on the floor
In a box that's hidden under her bed
I was only 22 with a pocketful of truth
But I gave her everything that I had
We were born and raised in the golden state
Mama's gone and Daddy's doing his best
I was brought up great, living section eight
Social security's paying the rent
Oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
The landlord called, she said you gotta go
Little one, you just lost your
[Verse 3]
She was 5-foot-4 getting money on tour
But her socks were at the end of my bed
Got our names tattooed on each other
Just to prove to each other that we'd do what we said
Only took a few days till our minds were made up
We thought we should try it again
I was only seventeen when we first tried things
When she first made me feel like a man
Oh
[Bridge]
Who am I gonna call?
Who's gonna catch me when I?
Who's the one you're sleeping with?
[Verse 4]
Well, don't just sit in front of me and wait for me to talk
You can call me up
The phone works two ways, you know
This time, baby
Yeah, I think that I'll be just fine
And I wish I could say the same for you
Ah, yeah, I do
Ah, hey
[Outro]
To those of you in which I choose to always be the closest to
This is something that you need to know
Loving me is not a joke
And you can put it all on me, you can laugh and you can bleed
And I'll adopt it all because that's just what a buddy does
I loved you from minute one, the iced tea to my lemonade
Never one to hit and run, soaking every minute made
You can give me all your juice, I can squeeze it out for you
And all I ask you in exchange, love me back through every phase
If it ever comes off wrong or leaves you with a bitter taste
Just remember you're the tea, and I'm your sour lemonade
Tropical iced tea, and hot pink lemonade
Hot pink lemonade
Written by: Brandon Fried, Jeremy Freedman, Jesse®, Justyn Pilbrow, Michael Margott, Mike Margott, Zachary Abels