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Correct The Hill Lyrics
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Wilma Vritra
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Correct The Hill
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[Verse 1] The only picture I can paint is the one that I see Put you in frame, I'm out my frame, I'm runnin' out of speech The photograph of what we have begins to fade Teyana Taylor dancing naked in the rain Shower down, shower down and wash away mistakes But also know that strip the oils and that we'll likely break We go from brilliant to brittle, bone to gristle Home to riddle, glue to tape at Cash&Carry Got some flowers and I made you a meal, wrote you a song A bird with a word came and brought me a poem That was sealed with a kiss the gerth and shape of your lips I'm thinkin' 'bout the curve and shape of your hips As they swing when you sway, walk away from the rift Conversate in cherry red Converse You had yellow like some fuckin' mustard I had a dream that yours were fuckin' bloody 'Cause I was fuckin' bleeding Under a tree, and it was pouring like it used to be [Chorus] I climb into meet you, meet you But at last we, searching Too close to the light to see What we could be [Verse 2] The only style that I can paint in is that of my own The only person I can be is that in my reflection The only words that I can speak are those said on my own Only perspective that I see is what my eyes relate So when a smile doesn't direct, when our eyes detect The mirror image of the one I share my final breath Before it happen, how this happen? Mirror image changed Or maybe I, 'cause mine eyes get older in due time And time waits for none, matter never was real Love is real as it gets, but that's when it gets real Wrote this letter in pink, sometimes it feel like that There was a fetish that peaked, fall down the hill like that How we make it down the hill like that? Oh no Need to get back up the hill 'cause at the bottom it's cold And my arms won't work, and you just wanna be held But my words won't work, you had me under your spell I still be under your spell [Chorus] I climb into meet you, meet you But at last we, searching Too close to the light to see What we could be [Outro] Oh, what we could be Oh, what we could be Searching, too close to the light to see What we could be
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