Lyricist : Louis Bell/Brian Lee/Austin Post/Ryan Vojtesak/Billy Walsh

Composer : Louis Bell/Brian Lee/Austin Post/Ryan Vojtesak/Billy Walsh

Couldn't fall asleep all night

I try with all my might

I thought I knew what you want

It isn't all that nice

But I guess you will suffice

It's hard to know what you want

Could you be

A little less sour and rotten by the hour?

And my heart's rotten too

And every film I watch, I'm on the side of the bad guy

So turn around and show me that I'm better

Some people got an apple, some people got a tangerine

Lookin' 'round and all I see is people happy with what they're given

Life is pretty sweet, I'm told

I guess I'm s**t outta luck, growin' a lemon tree

I'm gonna burn it down and grow me somethin' better, yeah

Blood on my hands, I hop on the fence, I double down

I swing and I miss, a kick in the ribs, in trouble now

Came from the dirt, back in the ground, then I die

But I'ma survive, I got my own ways, oh

Could you be

A little less sour and rotten by the hour?

And my heart's rotten too

And every film I watch, I'm on the side of the bad guy

So turn around and show me that I'm better

Some people got an apple, some people got a tangerine

(Some people got a tangerine, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

Lookin' 'round and all I see is people happy with what they're given

Life is pretty sweet, I'm told (I'm told)

I guess I'm s**t outta luck, growin' a lemon tree

(Growin' a lemon tree)

I'm gonna burn it down and grow me somethin' better, yeah, yeah

(And grow me somethin' better)

(And grow me somethin' better)

(And grow me somethin' better)