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
 Sips Guinness, Guru 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
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 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
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la