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Correct My Yout Lyrics
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Joey Bada$$
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Correct My Yout
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[Intro] Badman Ting [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Uh, just put it in the air Light that loud and watch disappear here Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light Yeah, this the right year made the flow, yeah Clear and easy to steer in the space and time erasing fine Amazing in the maze of clichés Each day weighs out enlightenment Niggas blacked out 'cause I got ultra violent Now my wave lengths to the radio waves Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat Get high as heavens, hope he'll never come back I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact The devil jealous in fact, 'cause I rebel the spells With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well This one time, I said, "Lord, would you help?" Some short time after, see my music on the shelf And of course, I gotta thank myself My wealth is in my happiness and mind And not my pocket health in its ashes If you don't even think sometimes If its passion let relationships synchronize Drowning inside her, true eyes is to the higher I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser It's the livest one, Bedford-Stuyvesant [Chorus: Collie Buddz] Yo dogs, I got the loud Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like I sky high, my sky high Ay, sky high, sky high Yo dogs, I got the loud Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like I sky high, my sky high Ay, sky high, sky high [Verse 2 Joey Bada$$] Uh, one hand on the mac, one hand on my sac I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it back? But I gotta hand it to myself, I’m handling rap Handsome versing that’s like hand-in-hand combat Rehearsing, I got eight arms, nigga Disarm your favorite rapper, he won’t come back Made flex drop eight times, nigga On contact, rewind that like eight times Got to keep it G, this for my masons Figure it out, eight times, the average amount I may sign which I don’t like lime light but I’ll shine witcha Bitch, I gotta eat, I might dine witcha Yeah, I got bars but I’m like Akon witcha Convict music for real, this industry give me chills 'Cause in the streets I’m chill but still heating up for a mill I’m like so real, life is so surreal Sosa really got sealed for the way he revealed Taking hold of pitchforks still, but I will never yield In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal 'Cause I'm thinking like a deal could get me living swell for real But if I skyfall, thinking ideal [Chorus: Collie Buddz] Yo dogs, I got the loud Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like I sky high, my sky high Ay, sky high, sky high Yo dogs, I got the loud Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like I sky high, my sky high Ay, sky high, sky high [Verse 3: Collie Buddz] Selling LPs and CDs Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on [civis?] Five finger discount weed leaves, Exceptionally speaking determination Breeds success and proceeds, Feds want the photos and IDs Into them blood like IVs Cause every youth Want the newest Nikes Straight jeans and white tees But these things will get pricey [Outro: Joey Bada$$] And I'm gone, hitting knowledge And I'm hitting the strong I've been hurting way too long And I can't wait too long And I'm gone, hitting knowledge As I'm hitting the strong, I've been hurting way too long I can't wait too long I've been hurting way too long I can't wait too long
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