Lemonade (feat. Mike Posner)

I went down to Georgia, looking for the one

I even checked in New York City, I didn't have no luck

So I'm going to SC, where all you pretty girls are hiding

I got my old school Chevy and my labrador

Headed down to the liquor store, begging

California, you're my last hope

Give me someone I can take home

And I don't know how much longer that I can wait

So make her five-foot-five, big brown eyes

And sweet like lemonade

Alright

I got that good cologne

And I got that charm

I just need a pretty Cali girl

To put under my arm

And I know what you need, darling

But I need it too

A little love and affection all night long

I got a whole bunch for you

I'm going out to

California, you're my last hope

Give me someone I can take home

And I don't know how much longer that I can wait

So make her five-foot-five, big brown eyes

And sweet like lemonade

Now that I got you wrapped up in my arms

There ain't nobody else to hold, no

Now that I got you wrapped up in my arms

There ain't no other place to go, but

California, you're my last hope

Give me someone I can take home

And I don't know how much longer that I can wait

So make her five-foot-five, big brown eyes

And sweet like lemonade

California, you're my last hope

Give me someone I can take home

And I don't know how much longer that I can wait

So make her five-foot-five, big brown eyes

And sweet like lemonade

Five-foot-five, big brown eyes, and sweet like lemonade