OJPL

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 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 Lalalalalalala lalalalalalalaaaaa Lalalalalalala lalalalalalalaaaaahhhaaah 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 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 Lalalalalalala lalalalalalalaaaaa Lalalalalalala lalalalalalalaaaaahhhaaah