Sour On My Tongue

Lemon juice

Drip-drip

(acid on the lip, yeah)

Face twist up, that sting so cruel

Couple seeds in the glass, I still sip, play it cool

Got that pulp in my grind, that rough-cut truth

Every bar citrus sharp, cut straight through the roof

Breakfast table kid, squeezing hard on the rim

Sticky fingers on the counter, sunlight getting dim

Mama yelling, "Use a spoon," I just drink from the cup

All that sour in my chest, had me leveling up

Lemon juice, on my tongue

Burn my throat, fill my lungs

If it’s bitter, I turn it into fuel

Make that sour taste sweet when I move (when I move)

Lemon juice, in the cut

If life stings, I don’t run

Got a whole jar waiting in the fridge

I just sip, make a hit out the drip

Whole squad in the kitchen, plastic cups on the line

We was selling twenty cents, like a hustle in its prime

Yellow stains on the shirt, but the pockets got fat

Rain clouds overhead, still we never fell back

Now my flow same flavor, little burn, then it cleans

Cut the sugar-coated talk, wash it out of the scene

If they hand me raw pain, I just twist, let it loose

Turn a heartbreak, hard day, to a shot—lemon juice

Lemon juice, on my tongue

Burn my throat, fill my lungs

If it’s bitter, I turn it into fuel

Make that sour taste sweet when I move (yeah, when I move)

Lemon juice, in the cut

If life stings, I don’t run

Got a whole jar waiting in the fridge

I just sip, make a hit out the drip (let it drip)