Correction Paroles Sincerely Yours par Joell Ortiz

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Yo-yo, yo, yo
Turn me up a lil' bit
'Kay that's good right there, 'Laam
One, two, one, two
Uh

From sunflower seeds to a Sour Patch
Thirsty as hell like, "Where that water fountain at?"
Now the bitches thirsty, I leave seeds where they mouth is at
Garden they flower then autograph a Yaowa Hat
I traveled the almanac all for rap fans
They applaud me all across the map, all I see is hands and
Lighters up in spite of what you might've heard about underground though not being quite as much as mainstream, man I am up
They lyin' man, these checks nice as f*ck
No Lambo fan, but kinda like the truck
Maybe I should try my luck
Drive it on my next tour, right behind the bus
Like this for Rosa Parks, we in the back, but this time to front
I walk into my bank branch like twice a month
My four digit pin finger got the Midas touch
Bank teller tellin' the other teller that I can f*ck
I know this 'cause the teller she tellin', I be inside her guts
All my friends say that I'm too humble
If I show I'm in the lead then my followers double
But see attention brings a lot of that trouble
And my life's not in a bubble 'cause my dollars is subtle
I like it like that, a private life supposed to be private
I ain't postin' every single time I go to some island
Won't see a plate of food, I might selfie a outfit
Just to remind you I'm that dude, 'case yo memories cloudy

Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Now let me talk to 'em

From crunchy cheese doodles to onion and garlics
Maybe some Dipsy Doodles but Funyon's the hardest
From free lunch to brunch in my other apartment
I bought that pretty bitch cash and ripped up the carpet
I'm layin' wood like I did with ya aunties at house jams off a Bacardi dark it's dark in them parties, I'm probably
One of her fondest memories to this day
'Cause we f*cked, got dressed and danced to "Memories," that reggae
Hit different, back in the day I vaca in Montego Bay in her honor
Stayin' free off Drama, fleein' from karma
On Seadoos doin' knots with a knot in my trunks
Spendin' wet money at Tiki Bars, part of me drunk
Other part naturally high off life
Bartender chick thick, she on me like white on rice
My sword a throw some thunder in that cat, shorty gave me the eye on sight
Told my wife she go both ways, guess I'ma buy all night look
Street loner never needed a stamp
Treat business the same way I loan me an advance
Still ride through the Ps, jump out the Lamborghini and dance
Celo champ, 100 a four and better leavin' this hand
Here I am, war scars galore still I'm standin' tall
With that one of a kind laugh and smile u adore
Made some mistakes along the way, but don't we all?
Even the brightest diamonds flawed I'm sure

Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Now let me talk to 'em

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