Tell me what’s the procedure
When falling way off is the cost of a breather
Echoes in ya nog of all the shots from the teachers
And stating you’re a boss because you popped up a dealer
The grass grows in cycles is it greener
Sprinkle fairy dust and fade away with the dreamers
And if you never seen an omelette made on easter
Or manufactured souls mic control through the speaker
No features ha not even featuring yourself
Its heaven from the garden to the weed upon the shelf
Its blessing you realise you didn’t need nobody else
Depression as an inward form of oppression
Every session I step away and leave a lasting impression
Progression weirdos concerned with self to obsession
I keep stepping with my feet in the present
Every day is a blessing fluorescent resin I love the lemon

Lemon
Lemon
Lemon
Lemon


No camera but give me light and the action
Breathe deep seeds sprout and sun your transactions
Hand to hand shadows in the box the attraction
Is it mind manipulation or another distraction
The contraption the soul has some intake holes
Foes will swear I played a blinder like I’m Finlay Cole
But the goal was never gold just to pitch they pole
And claim a piece of the peace on earth that this place holds but
Contamination was your aspiration
Poppin aspirin to fathom in emancipation
That’s why I keep a fixation on imagination
And I float away with music in this rapper nation
I tell em it don’t matter if your con or a felon
Looking out for Armageddon with the words as a weapon
I keep stepping with my feet in the present
Every day is a blessing fluorescent resin I love the lemon

Lemon
Lemon
Lemon
Lemon