Come Correct

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Come Correct

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Come tumblin' back Come, come again Check this out [Chorus] Come correct or do not come back to me Come, come correct or come, come con tanto mi I said, come, come correct or do not come at all You'll be out on your ass and won't know who to call [Verse 1] This is a punk rock, fucked up critical mess Nobody come up to me 'cause oh, goddamn, I'm stressed Don't come close, you'll get drunk from the smell And you'll have to tell your lady that you did it to yourself Oh, now this sound right here feels like a fuckin' family So just nod your head now if you're feelin' me 'Cause last night, I thought that my life was donе Thank God for marijuana, it's a miracle drug [Chorus] Come correct or do not comе back to me Come, come correct or come, come con tanto mi I said, come, come correct or do not come at all You'll be out on your ass and won't know who to call [Bridge] Did you forget? I must remind you Are you lost? I'm here to find you Come correct, I take my time to Amazing grace this light might blind you [Verse 2] Welcome to the house of correction Let us take this statement, why you gotta do me like that? Let me summarize this here predicament Fuck with my homie, you'll be torn from your ligaments Danger is imminent, this fool is dissonant All the wack tracks you put forth, don't you know? I'm dissin' it You're a criminal participant, fuckin' with the magnificent Shoulda been more diligent to end all of your pillagin' Now my rhymes on time, don't fuck with my music It's a bad situation, and my trust, you abuse it You forgot your roots and exactly where you come from If you get greedy, then you end up with none, son [Chorus] Come correct or do not come back to me Come, come correct, I said come, con tanto mi I said, come, come correct or do not come at all You'll be out on your ass with no one to call [Verse 3] This town, this break on the shore Homie, this town don't love you no more I, I, I found people don't change They remember how to love you, but they won't forget to hate So many evil girlies are mad at me again Please be my Mary Shelley, I will be your Lord Byron Baby, you used to talk so sweet to me So why won't you come, come, come complete? [Chorus] Come correct or do not come to me I said, come, come correct or you con tanto mi I said, come, come correct or do not come at all You'll be out on your ass with no one to call [Outro] Come correct Come correct Come correct Oh, oh, I say it again Come correct Call me collect Come, come for me, mami Come, come for me [Outro] Something like that? What do you think? It's fucking perfect Is it? Okay It's fucking perfect

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Credits

Writers
  • Jakob Nowell
  • Bud Gaugh
  • Eric Wilson
  • Jon Joseph
  • G. Love (USA)
Producers
  • Jon Joseph
Copyright ©
  • Sublime Recordings
Phonographic Copyright ℗
  • Sublime Recordings
Distributor
  • Atlantic Records
Label
  • Atlantic Records