Paul Wall - Correct Me If I'm Wrong lyrics
[Paul Wall - Correct Me If I'm Wrong lyrics]
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Correct me if I'm wrong
These days hard to tell who to trust
These days hard to tell who to trust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Staying true to yourself is a must
Staying true to yourself is a must man
Correct me if I'm wrong
I don't want the fame I just want the bucks
I don't want the fame I
Just want the bucks man
Correct me if I'm wrong
In the end we all end up dust
In the end we all end up dust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Riding down the boulevard clean than a b
Everyone waiving at me taking my pic
(taking my pic) they so called want to be
My friend: they not slick
If my pockets wasn't thick they
Would be gone quick
Hit the left lane tipping as
I tap that blinker
With a bad mamacita crawling
Slow on the feeder
Saw jack boy creeping with a side eye
Cup colors look similar to tie-dye
!Big time that's a fact (!wth u say Paul?)
Roll'-ie on my wrist (my wrist)
Boys talking down I got haters in my mix
(my mix) made a lot of profit
!On that switch swish !But that's
Correct me if I'm wrong
These days hard to tell who to trust
These days hard to tell who to trust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Staying true to yourself is a must
Staying true to yourself is a must man
Correct me if I'm wrong
I don't want the fame I just want the bucks
I don't want the fame I
Just want the bucks man
Correct me if I'm wrong
In the end we all end up dust
In the end we all end up dust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Back when I was broke it was all good
Nobody jealous when you poor
It was understood
I never had to watch my back for a hater
Nobody envious when you ain't got no paper
But, I could sell water to a rain cloud
Now I got that bread everybody
Got their hand out
I got a good heart I tend to try to help them
(try to help them)
Lord help them running game
On me ain't helping
As soon as I leave they talk down every time
They point out my flaws but
They don't mention my grind
Fake friends turn foe at the drop of a dime
But really they just want what's mine
Correct me if I'm wrong
These days hard to tell who to trust
These days hard to tell who to trust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Staying true to yourself is a must
Staying true to yourself is a must man
Correct me if I'm wrong
I don't want the fame I just want the bucks
I don't want the fame I
Just want the bucks man
Correct me if I'm wrong
In the end we all end up dust
In the end we all end up dust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Correct me if I'm wrong
These days hard to tell who to trust
These days hard to tell who to trust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Staying true to yourself is a must
Staying true to yourself is a must man
Correct me if I'm wrong
I don't want the fame I just want the bucks
I don't want the fame I
Just want the bucks man
Correct me if I'm wrong
In the end we all end up dust
In the end we all end up dust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Riding down the boulevard clean than a b
Everyone waiving at me taking my pic
(taking my pic) they so called want to be
My friend: they not slick
If my pockets wasn't thick they
Would be gone quick
Hit the left lane tipping as
I tap that blinker
With a bad mamacita crawling
Slow on the feeder
Saw jack boy creeping with a side eye
Cup colors look similar to tie-dye
!Big time that's a fact (!wth u say Paul?)
Roll'-ie on my wrist (my wrist)
Boys talking down I got haters in my mix
(my mix) made a lot of profit
!On that switch swish !But that's
Correct me if I'm wrong
These days hard to tell who to trust
These days hard to tell who to trust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Staying true to yourself is a must
Staying true to yourself is a must man
Correct me if I'm wrong
I don't want the fame I just want the bucks
I don't want the fame I
Just want the bucks man
Correct me if I'm wrong
In the end we all end up dust
In the end we all end up dust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Back when I was broke it was all good
Nobody jealous when you poor
It was understood
I never had to watch my back for a hater
Nobody envious when you ain't got no paper
But, I could sell water to a rain cloud
Now I got that bread everybody
Got their hand out
I got a good heart I tend to try to help them
(try to help them)
Lord help them running game
On me ain't helping
As soon as I leave they talk down every time
They point out my flaws but
They don't mention my grind
Fake friends turn foe at the drop of a dime
But really they just want what's mine
Correct me if I'm wrong
These days hard to tell who to trust
These days hard to tell who to trust man
Correct me if I'm wrong
Staying true to yourself is a must
Staying true to yourself is a must man
Correct me if I'm wrong
I don't want the fame I just want the bucks
I don't want the fame I
Just want the bucks man
Correct me if I'm wrong
In the end we all end up dust
In the end we all end up dust man
Correct me if I'm wrong