Pop Song Lyrics

I try my best to make it more than yesterday

I try my god damned best

I know this shit gets bittersweet like lemonade

But I can't seem to shake this pain in my chest

I know this shit gets bittersweet like lemonade

I know this shit gets bittersweet like lemonade

Veteran shit I need to work on my etiquette

You know I'm watching 360 I'm keeping my head on a swivel for enemies

You don't understand my energy yet

Please don't pretend to me

Please don't pretend to be something you not that shit ain't impressing me

Keep stepping in shit

I need to build up my balances

I need to work on my callouses

I need to fix up my challenges

Fuck it

Manifest

You want to work with an analyst

Your shit is sinking like battleship saying that numbers don't lie take a look at this

How I'm on a budget and got the whole thing running , yeah

Hear the footsteps I'm coming , yeah

Vibe check whenever I come in, come and

Tell me something

Why the vibe change so sudden

Snakes in the grass get greedy

They might try and leave me in the rubble

Oh No

I'm about to go and start the party off

Have the club jumping like Mardi Gras

Another body drop that's shock and awe

I know this shit gets bittersweet like lemonade

Got my foot in the door stepped on the gas like I got my fucking foot in yo ass

Running it back

You on 10 I match 100 of that

You understand , snap my hands, I'm just plotting on bands

Stole a freestyle that was one for the fans

Don't underestimate me fam plenty cards in my hand

My shit in more demand now I feel like the man but it ain't going to my head it went Straight to my

Sheesh

Oh Yosemite Sam, now you mad that your bitch want to stand me for a stanza

The parody of the whole thing is so clear but this shit is so weird

She say "I can't stand you"

But, fuck where are my manners

No wonder why they tried to hold this shit up for ransom

This the new anthem they just stamped em