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And when it rains, it rains orange juice and pink lemonade

Is out for a week she brings her A-game

Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?

And when it rains, it rains orange juice and pink lemonade

Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes

She left me feeling real fucked up

Sexy missionary from the east

She paints like Picasso and digs jazzy beats

Loose skin, the Roots spinning on repeat

These minutes into hours and these days into weeks

She sits pretty, overthinking her speech

But there ain't nobody else who dare speak

But just don't mess with her parameters her old man's in the mafia

A stone-cold killer, all us Englishmen are amateurs

And when it rains, it rains orange juice and pink lemonade

Is out for a week she brings her A-game

Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?

And when it rains, it rains orange juice and pink lemonade

Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes

She left me feeling real fucked up

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Well, it could be better, could be worse

This mediocrity is just the least I deserve

'Cause, I been putting in the work

But does a strong work ethic actually work?

Sometimes I feel I'm sowing seeds just to feed the birds

And these pearlescent pigeons come and scratch up my turf

Huh, what's my better nature worth?

'Cause I give a little something but get nothing in return

And when it rains, it rains orange juice and pink lemonade

Is out for a week she brings her A-game

Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?

And when it rains, it rains orange juice and pink lemonade

Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes

She left me feeling real fucked up

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