Round and Round [Extended Remix]

Tony Cottrell, Shannon Showes, Clifford Smith

(Soundbombing)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh

I was gutter when ya met me, gutter when ya left me
Gutter when ya came back, face it nothin' can change that
Not romance nor marriage counselling
You drop the ball, now I'm bouncin'
Find me a room, burn up an ounce in
Waitin' for my baby to call, forgive it all
On some break-up-to-make-up shit, givin' me draws
I adore mi amor, but every time she choose to go to war
I'm lookin' at the front door

You could keep the negative's mind, please, I get the picture
But the emotional sounds was different when I first split you
Claim I brought pain to the thing like King Kong
Like villains in the Western flicks, that I was well hung (c'mon)
Who put you up on Talib Kweli and the Village of Slum?
Read the book of Psalms to get the miles, sing some (come on, come on now)
And you actin' like you don't know what I came here for
It's wrong to put our spirits you drove at the front door
Affectionate smiles, so you could front more (c'mon)
I should call you somethin' that walks on all fours (uh huh)
'Cause you got a fella heated for sure, love him or delete it, it's raw
Feelin' cheated when I'm out on tour
They catch a glimpse from beyond this globe, on the same note
'Cause in torrential downpours, I keep a rain coat
And a bottle of Chambord, to let the brain flow
Pray for sun after the rain and greet the rainbow

I try and I try to stop the
Forces that go 'round in my head and I
Thought you were the one to understand me
You turned my dark skies to light
But once again you touched my hopes to find
My soul's insane, my tears start gleaming in the rain
Falling again, falling again

I really don't know what you came here for
Round and around we go
I'm sending your bags outside the door
Round and around we go
I really don't know what you came here for
Round and around we go
I'm sending your bags outside the door
Round and around we go

If you don't understand where I'm comin' from
Then my heart is tellin' me you're not the one
All the games you played and I realized
You're not the one for me no more so baby bye-bye
Pack yo' bags and get to steppin'
You got to let it go, you need to stop trippin'
I hope you don't think I'ma let you back in
'Cause you's a fool

G. Rap Giacanna, I'm not the one who's prone to be dissed
So let me make this clear for you, just like stones on my wrist
Just 'cause the door closed, don't mean I'm on the phone with a chick
I'm just a cat about his B.I. And that's only get rich
Straight up politickin', so where you lay your dome and be sick
Stack cake, keep food on the plate and chrome on the six
Then we can make a little fam, just us, alone in the sticks
And I can get rid of these bricks and be gone from the strip, you know? (Day)

Today I made up my mind to get away
Every day, I sit and pray, every day, every day

I really don't know what you came here for (today I'm gonna take a little time)
Round and around we go (to get away)
I'm sending your bags outside the door (every day, I sit and pray)
Round and around we go (every day)

Every day
Round and around we go
To get away
Round and around we go

Jonell

Round and Round [Extended Remix]

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