Correction Lyrics Grounded by Payday/PJ

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Hit the bottom, hit the bottom
I can't feel the hit, I’m hollow
Feel no sorrow
Maybe I'll be lit tomorrow
F**k if I know
Maybe I'll be lit tomorrow
F**k if I know
Maybe-

Yeah, lil’ baby wants to get to know me
Lowkey, I've been tryna do the same since 03'
Oh she really wants to know what's up with me
F**k with me, baby, do you love me or the company?
You're stuck with me, but it's all in our heads
So now we're flying right now, but let's be grounded instead
I’m sipping Arnold Palmies dreamin’ bout Harley's until I’m dead
Gnarly how many tardies who stray me from the lead

Like heyo, that's a bar and a half
I'd rather be stuck at the bar than half a nug in a stash
I'd rather be left out of cash than laugh at bugs from the past
’Cause with these pesticides, I feel like raiding them is my last choice
Woah, did you catch the a***ogy?
Feeling like you're still mad at me, driving into the agony
It's the better things that we seem to take for granted
When what we're handed is gold we never think it's platinum like (Yessir)
Can you tell what that's 'bout, though?
'Cause if we take the past in count, you seem to know the route, though
Hey, can you tell what that's 'bout, though?
'Cause if we take the past in count, you seem to know the route, though
W-Watch this, they say “Payday, you an ostrich”
B*t*h, watch me fly I'm a goddamn hawk in the sky
These b*t*hes hating, yet I still find time to raise hell
Like Satan when I'm skating on by
Yeah, I've been broke and I've been depressed
But I ain't ever been a bum, b*t*h, I dress too fresh
I be rocking in a coffin 'cause I'm fresh to death
And I'ma never let 'em stop me, I'ma mop the rest, yessir (Yessir)

I've debated doin' this, but Voda my homie, and they just went crazy on this sh*t
I've been away from making hits, but know I could still make a hit if those were goals of mine
I'm not the chosen one, but I do smoke a ton
Wait 'til you read the book I'm writing with a bro of mine
On a good day I might chillin', just enjoying time
Sitting back with some food, just relaxing, it's cool
Look, I'm back in the booth, I mean back in my own
Some years from now I'm tryna buy me a house with some room

Hit the bottom, hit the bottom
I can't feel the hit, I'm hollow
Feel no sorrow
Maybe I'll be lit tomorrow
F**k if I know
Maybe I'll be lit tomorrow
F**k if I know
Maybe I might hit lick
Misfit, running from the hisfits
I can't feel a thing unless we talking bout the written's
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm just tryna survive
Stay alive, hide
Wake up again and then thrive

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