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Correct Drinking Sessions Lyrics
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Big K.R.I.T.
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Correct Drinking Sessions
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Yeah, yeah I got these ideas, I got a lot on my mind and it's so hard to put 'em in a lot of songs I try to put 'em all in one, you know Just what I'm feeling, what I'm going through I've been drinking so please bear with me Eyes wide shut, barely eating, tryna get my game on Played it too cool, almost like I froze, had to turn my flame on All the while watch em X me out Magazine cover motherfucker, I ain't tripping my flow Singing silly shit and maybe they'll listen to me when they sixty Breaking some bread down, treat it like the Last Supper Toast to all the time we were po' but still we had one another Hoppin' in out of shuttles, I'ma be big momma I'ma get rich momma, I'm sorry I ain't got a wife or kids momma But look what I did momma Got a house that I barely can stay in A car I barely can drive I'd be a liar if I said getting money didn't make me feel alive Hustling, arguing about who’s better than I in tweets But what does it matter when a new artist come out like every week? And the label all on they nutsack, good for them, keep sucking Most rappers'll bend over for you, but me? Bitch I'm not for fucking, over I'd be the biggest star, they told me Signed my name on that line and when I die, that's when it's over Moving on to the set, I was just a talented black kid But to them I was like a check Another five years of slaving and then it's on to the next I was tryna be what I envisioned as a child A king ain't a man of God when ain't no church in the wild Shit been fucked up 'cause they don't talk about Christ Everybody trying to die young but who gon' talk about life? I pull that card Good Lawd, confederate flag shit so flawed They used to fly it like pilots and burn crosses in our yards I can't get with ya if you with that whistling Dixie want that old time back But niggas got a hundred rounds and automatics so we ain't having that I ain't promoting no violence, it's people out here been wilding So much that you can get gunned down just for being happy and smiling Ain't no hotline worth dialing to say the world needs help We too busy filling our needs that we might kill us ourselves I got my gumption for my granny, had a dream about her like last night She held me tight and told me, "Little one, everything gon' be alright" My mind playing tricks on me, but I needed that there In a world where I feel all alone sometimes I'm needing her care It's hard to share my insecurities so I medicate, I mean meditate And pray to God for a second chance, for Heaven's sake I'm just waiting on a sign or two Like what I'ma do when my heart get rusty and tired And it ain't shining through, and I think about death a lot My father scared of dying, I can relate, I call him before every flight In case it ain't meant for flying, I can't hold it back, can't control these tears I mean after all these years I'm still the kid writing poems, too shy To eat in the cafeteria, I'm two cups in and three shots away I don't give a fuck about any of the shit I didn't have to say Lord knows, it's hard to see the truth with your eyes closed It's hard to protect your feelings when you so exposed Yeah, I'm so exposed I'm so exposed I let it all slip away And now all I can say Is here's a toast to a better day And the love that will come and stay Oh God, oh God, oh God, wherever you are, yeah I call your name near and far yeah Oh, oh God, oh God, wherever you are, yeah I call your name near and far I'm so exposed I'm so exposed I'm so exposed I'm so exposed Oh God, oh God Oh God, oh God Oh yeah uh
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