Put my phone on DND so I can focus
Left on my first break, so in two weeks they'll notice
Be careful what you consuming, all that reaching and trolling
Know you tired of shit when you on the toilet two hours scrolling
What's the deal, foe? No, yes, man, the answer's still no
Talk integrity, that check determines where they will go
Newsfeed patrolling, making social arrests
Making up goofy challenges like who can giggle the best
Telling you focus on one thing so they can middle success
To turn around and say you need multiple streams to connect
Recover static, disconnecting antennas, just so there's no confusion
If that's your only option, then beggars can't be choosing
Pay attention to your energy when you tell me you love me
After you spend a pretty penny, that's when shit get ugly
Beautiful nightmares had me playing the same level
Mundane several commercials told me to change bezels
Time's up, searching authenticity and mystery
When they all the same, ain't no convincing me
Tomorrow ain't promised, broke so many yesterdays
Now I resent, I repent
Close call fragrances, heaven sent
Not content with fitting in, I ain't gotta try hard to stand out
86% of the time, I'm rocking my brand out
Hip-hop raised me, grew up feeling my own style
If your lane ain't nostalgic, you on the wrong aisle
Grand rising, don't shake hands, extra sanitizing
You can recognize me through the mask, don't need no disguising
If you wise enough to realize you doing dumb shit
Then you well aware what's slowing you down, the ones you run with
Unless you got a circle of bosses that focus on success
You ain't gotta wash through the cleaners, worry about getting pressed
5:30 wake up call, hit the snooze button
Checking my joggers to make sure that I ain't lose nothing
Early mornings working out before the day hit
So when it's two weeks before summer, you can't say shit
Mama always told me watch your back and I took that to heart
I can't worry about how this shit end, right now I gotta start
Know at all times, play your role, already got the part
So when actors being all extra, I can spot a mark
When it's hot in the kitchen, they breaking all plates
Think shit is sweet until they get hit over small cakes
Say less, do more, this ain't bout no likes fam
Cause when you get a chance to go viral, they gon' be like fam
Damn, some of this shit ain't meant to understand
Is it still okay to be a fan
Curtis Rice - Course Correction Lyrics
Curtis Rice - Course Correction Lyrics
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Put my phone on DND so I can focus
Left on my first break, so in two weeks they'll notice
Be careful what you consuming, all that reaching and trolling
Know you tired of shit when you on the toilet two hours scrolling
What's the deal, foe? No, yes, man, the answer's still no
Talk integrity, that check determines where they will go
Newsfeed patrolling, making social arrests
Making up goofy challenges like who can giggle the best
Telling you focus on one thing so they can middle success
To turn around and say you need multiple streams to connect
Recover static, disconnecting antennas, just so there's no confusion
If that's your only option, then beggars can't be choosing
Pay attention to your energy when you tell me you love me
After you spend a pretty penny, that's when shit get ugly
Beautiful nightmares had me playing the same level
Mundane several commercials told me to change bezels
Time's up, searching authenticity and mystery
When they all the same, ain't no convincing me
Tomorrow ain't promised, broke so many yesterdays
Now I resent, I repent
Close call fragrances, heaven sent
Not content with fitting in, I ain't gotta try hard to stand out
86% of the time, I'm rocking my brand out
Hip-hop raised me, grew up feeling my own style
If your lane ain't nostalgic, you on the wrong aisle
Grand rising, don't shake hands, extra sanitizing
You can recognize me through the mask, don't need no disguising
If you wise enough to realize you doing dumb shit
Then you well aware what's slowing you down, the ones you run with
Unless you got a circle of bosses that focus on success
You ain't gotta wash through the cleaners, worry about getting pressed
5:30 wake up call, hit the snooze button
Checking my joggers to make sure that I ain't lose nothing
Early mornings working out before the day hit
So when it's two weeks before summer, you can't say shit
Mama always told me watch your back and I took that to heart
I can't worry about how this shit end, right now I gotta start
Know at all times, play your role, already got the part
So when actors being all extra, I can spot a mark
When it's hot in the kitchen, they breaking all plates
Think shit is sweet until they get hit over small cakes
Say less, do more, this ain't bout no likes fam
Cause when you get a chance to go viral, they gon' be like fam
Damn, some of this shit ain't meant to understand
Is it still okay to be a fan
Left on my first break, so in two weeks they'll notice
Be careful what you consuming, all that reaching and trolling
Know you tired of shit when you on the toilet two hours scrolling
What's the deal, foe? No, yes, man, the answer's still no
Talk integrity, that check determines where they will go
Newsfeed patrolling, making social arrests
Making up goofy challenges like who can giggle the best
Telling you focus on one thing so they can middle success
To turn around and say you need multiple streams to connect
Recover static, disconnecting antennas, just so there's no confusion
If that's your only option, then beggars can't be choosing
Pay attention to your energy when you tell me you love me
After you spend a pretty penny, that's when shit get ugly
Beautiful nightmares had me playing the same level
Mundane several commercials told me to change bezels
Time's up, searching authenticity and mystery
When they all the same, ain't no convincing me
Tomorrow ain't promised, broke so many yesterdays
Now I resent, I repent
Close call fragrances, heaven sent
Not content with fitting in, I ain't gotta try hard to stand out
86% of the time, I'm rocking my brand out
Hip-hop raised me, grew up feeling my own style
If your lane ain't nostalgic, you on the wrong aisle
Grand rising, don't shake hands, extra sanitizing
You can recognize me through the mask, don't need no disguising
If you wise enough to realize you doing dumb shit
Then you well aware what's slowing you down, the ones you run with
Unless you got a circle of bosses that focus on success
You ain't gotta wash through the cleaners, worry about getting pressed
5:30 wake up call, hit the snooze button
Checking my joggers to make sure that I ain't lose nothing
Early mornings working out before the day hit
So when it's two weeks before summer, you can't say shit
Mama always told me watch your back and I took that to heart
I can't worry about how this shit end, right now I gotta start
Know at all times, play your role, already got the part
So when actors being all extra, I can spot a mark
When it's hot in the kitchen, they breaking all plates
Think shit is sweet until they get hit over small cakes
Say less, do more, this ain't bout no likes fam
Cause when you get a chance to go viral, they gon' be like fam
Damn, some of this shit ain't meant to understand
Is it still okay to be a fan
Writer: Curtis Rice
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid