[Verse: Smith the Poet]

See me drifting like a quasar

Searching for a day job

Acting like I ain't yall

Simply cuz I ain't dawg

And you could tell me I should change

But we know we stuck in our ways

And got some time to take

Away all this fucking grey

See me drifting like a quasar

Searching for a day job

Acting like I ain't yall

Simply cuz I ain't dawg

And you could tell me I should change

But we know we stuck in our ways

And got some time to take

Away all this Fucking pain

We feel on a day to day

What's real isn't real anyway

Fuck how you feel, I've been floating for days

It's simple, It's great, no problems to make

When sipping that grape lemonade

[Hook: Smith the Poet]

It's clear what to say

Or appears that way

Couldn't feel more vague

Up close, I think space

Could show me some cadence

While silence is stated

Or often Miss Taken'd

To care what to say when

You cut the loose ends

Rot wit my two sense

Not what I used then

Or taught cuz I'm too bent, yeah

[Verse: The Thought]

We go down like lemonade!

We double-cup with the grapes!

We don't know what we can say

Ay, been wasting our days!

Hit the town like the parade

We clean enough for the maids

We don't know what we can say

Ay, just tryna get paid

Off of the stage, not taking advantage

Of children or dazed, not making the damage

We building the Waze, not apps, just some patterns

A crazier Kramer with slaps just for Saturn

The madder the reason the fatter the beefing

We bask in the treason to outlast a season

I'm out here, a heathen, so you can keep breathing

The buds that I'm fiending, suds got me gleaming

Fuck it, all that glimmer made of tin foil, I said it

Suckers spending duckets for a shimmer, then regret it

Tuck it in the corner of your mind and then forget it

Until it's time to pay the bills and now you just indebted

You heard "an eye for an eye" but standing there like Fetty

Heard the "Red Grin Grumble", acting like you get it

You know I yack before the show, like it's mom's spaghetti

Jack is still the never-snow, like we in the Serengeti

[Bridge: The Thought]

We go down like lemonade

We double-cup with the grapes

We give your mother the AIDS

But it wasn't rape

[Outro: Both]

Real isn't real anyway

Fuck how you feel

I've been floating for days

Fuck how you, fuck how you feel

I've been floating for days

Sipping that grape lemonade (We go down like lemonade)

It's clear what to say (We double cup with the grapes)

Or appears that way (We don't know what we can say)

Up close, I think space (Ay, been wasting our days)

Could show me some cadence (We hit the town like the parade)

While silence is stated (We clean enough for the maids)

Or often Miss Taken'd (We don't know what we can say)

To care what to say when (Ay, just tryna get paid)

You cut the loose ends

Rot wit my two sense

Not what I used then

Or taught cuz I'm too bent