Correction Lyrics Morse Code by Mick Jenkins

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See I remember
Being 21 with no ambition
My mama said "get it crakin' boy"
Spend your life livin' in the trenches and ditches
Doing someones dishes, livin' someone elses
Dream
So I thought I gotta put in work till my days are over, preach

See my life is at the fork-roads, trouble from the popo
Court dates, more shows, juggle university and more flows
Stacked it on my plate like I need more those, more clothes
Grindin' never slept, I need some rеst bro

But life never waiting on no man
Put mysеlf in front of the mic-stand
And wrote down my life as I saw it
And screwed out my soul to my close fans
Drive myself insane on occasion
I screamed and I yelled to the heavens does anyone hear me I'm needing some guidance, wait up
But I put in heavy work on the weekends
Late night killing myself I'm trying to reach it
Drugged out visions are pourin' out of speakers
And jumpin' on stage use your mind like a preacher
The road never gets less hard you just learn from mistakes in the past
And I never regret anything this far
If I didn't experience it I would have never got this far
MY GOD

I can put this light in you with the morse code
Where my dogs, [?] we came corsos, eh
Suited for the job like some court clothes
It's not a close course, we oppose course - still I bet you
I can put this light in you with the morse code, eh
Where my dogs, [?] we came corsos, eh
Suited for the job like some court clothes
Put it on my soul like it's art though

Ey yo I spark one up
What I live is life long
Diggin' the strive to feel you the power [?]
What don't kill me make you strong
I was in the deep end, weeping thinking what I'm reaching
What I ain't seeking, creeping ain't no reason to believe in a demon
Whats a the benefit if I go? I ain't leavin'
The life [?] this life of mine
The powerline [?] grind
It's another rhyme, till I decline
If you starin' at the clock this is our time
It ain't about a dollar sign its for our kind
Bloom with a flower mind
My god be the time line, while I'm sippin' on the sour wine
In the life time there is a life line
There's premonition, there's hindsight
Exposition, there's highlight
There's procrastination, there's right time
There's decisions, there's time flying
Theys the code that you abide by
Theys some bros that you side by even deadbeat hoes you ain't ride by
Middle of the way say hi, bye
Cuz you wasn't connecting like Wi-Fi
Stroy line mixed up [?] died
In the [???]
F**k it a n***a ain't nice dying
But please let the bride shine
I'm a high flyer when I drive by and that's real no sci-fi
Ima die trying
[Chorus, MJ]

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