Songtext Come correct Sublime

Come correct

Come back again
Come tumblin' back
Come, come again
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Come correct or do not come back to me
Come, come correct or come, come con tanto mi
I said, come, come correct or do not come at all
You'll be out on your ass and won't know who to call

This is a punk rock, fucked up critical mess
Nobody come up to me 'cause oh, goddamn, I'm stressed
Don't come close, you'll get drunk from the smell
And you'll have to tell your lady that you did it to yourself
Oh, now this sound right here feels like a fuckin' family
So just nod your head now if you're feelin' me
'Cause last night, I thought that my life was don?
Thank God for marijuana, it's a miracle drug

Come correct or do not com? back to me
Come, come correct or come, come con tanto mi
I said, come, come correct or do not come at all
You'll be out on your ass and won't know who to call
Did you forget? I must remind you
Are you lost? I'm here to find you
Come correct, I take my time to
Amazing grace this light might blind you

Welcome to the house of correction
Let us take this statement, why you gotta do me like that?
Let me summarize this here predicament
Fuck with my homie, you'll be torn from your ligaments
Danger is imminent, this fool is dissonant
All the wack tracks you put forth, don't you know? I'm dissin' it
You're a criminal participant, fuckin' with the magnificent
Shoulda been more diligent to end all of your pillagin'
Now my rhymes on time, don't fuck with my music
It's a bad situation, and my trust, you abuse it
You forgot your roots and exactly where you come from
If you get greedy, then you end up with none, son

Come correct or do not come back to me
Come, come correct, I said come, con tanto mi
I said, come, come correct or do not come at all
You'll be out on your ass with no one to call

This town, this break on the shore
Homie, this town don't love you no more
I, I, I found people don't change
They remember how to love you, but they won't forget to hate
So many evil girlies are mad at me again
Please be my Mary Shelley, I will be your Lord Byron
Baby, you used to talk so sweet to me
So why won't you come, come, come complete?

Come correct or do not come to me
I said, come, come correct or you con tanto mi
I said, come, come correct or do not come at all
You'll be out on your ass with no one to call

Come correct
Come correct
Come correct
Oh, oh, I say it again
Come correct
Call me collect
Come, come for me, mami
Come, come for me

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