Lemonade

I like Beyonce, she likes Gucci Mane
So we're on a different tip[?] when we're listenin' to Lemonade
I'm so distracted, and she's so focused
She likes to spend her time with the moths and the locusts

She's in the woods and I'm at the corner store
Smokin' cigarettes, yeah I wonder what she liked me for
Remember on the porch when you cut my hair
The light was butter yellow and you smiled as I stared

But now you're really gone and dear, I'm gonna miss you
I'm going back to Flatbush, I just wish I was with you
Sometimes I'm okay, but sometimes I'm shattered
On the kitchen floor, where nothing really matters

We swung back and forth, but never in a pattern
Heaven's just like Earth, but nothing really matters
We swung back and forth, but never in a pattern
Heaven's just like Earth, but nothing really matters

I like Beyonce, she likes Gucci Mane
So we're on a different tip[?] when we're listenin' to Lemonade
I'm so distracted, and she's so focused
She likes to spend her time with the moths and the locusts

I like Beyonce, she likes Gucci Mane
So we're on a different tip[?] when we're listenin' to Lemonade
I'm so distracted, and she's so focused
She likes to spend her time with the moths and the locusts