Watsky w/ Invisible Inc- Pink Lemonade [x Infinity]

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Album download: http://radi.al/xInfinity
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Shot by Albert Salas
Directed and edited by Carlos Lopez Estrada
Produced by Kimberly Stuckwisch and Tim Ferrari
VFX by Aaron Hayden and Derek King
Additional motion tracking by Taylor Hudson Jenisch
Featuring Edward Jackson

Music produced by Daniel Riera
Trumpet and horn arrangement- Max Miller-Loran
Engineered and mixed by Andrew Oedel
Mastered by Howie Weinberg and Gentry Studer
Additional production by Frans Mernick

Verse 1
Air salad. sex vinaigrette
intravenous internet, jazz cigarettes
blazé frenzy, officer friendly
venti trapaccino, gluten free Henny
Crocodile skin in the Bentley
graveyard shift at the Denny’s
north side plenty, south side pennies
I vote Yeezus/ Deez Nuts 2020!
you want to run a country? that makes me shiver
bitch I wouldn’t trust you to run with adult scissors
flushed ass face. flash that cash
your fleshlight wouldn’t let you smash
collection plate passing through the church benches
pastors pull up to their chapels in Benzes
I guess that I musta missed class that day
it’s so senseless, baby please pass that J

Chorus
How do you make pink lemonade? (Pink lemons!)
How do you make pink lemonade? (Pink lemons!)
Is it real? (Yeah!)
Is it real? (Yeah!)
Good! We only want it if it’s real

verse 2
can’t bear a bear market with a bare body
rich heir- hot air choking errbody
they swore you’d soar, check your sore body
see the sweat pour from each pore of your poor body
Someone wise once wrote:
our world’s divided into two types of folk
Now there’s the type of people who divide the world into different types of people
And then there’s the type who don’t
my uniters, crack a beer on the couch
If we’re not eye to eye I’m hearing you out
And my dividers, get your center-part ready
Cause I’ll divide your skull with a dull machete
We don’t play, fetch and rollover
no way— it’s cold shoulder
for Machiavellian Martin Skhrelian
Suit and tie soldiers

Chorus

Outro verse
uh oh, uh oh
I lost my ticket to go to the gun show
I was gonna be front row
my mind it used to be sharper than CutCo
uh oh, uh oh
somebody came at me cutthroat
broke open my dome and grafitti’d inside on the stucco
fuck no, I’m gonna shine like DayGlo
We gotta show em how the locals who come from the Bay go
Beethoven lovers or Juggalos chugging a Faygo
Welcome. got a caseload of queso
No filet mignon but plenty of steak and potato
pay no attention to henchmen, okay bro?
No way Jose Canseco
If I’m a shark I’m not your Great White I’m maybe a Mako
Makeover, without taking over some shit not a day go by