Lyrics:
pick it all up piece by piece.
And the wheel goes round and round.
And the flame in our souls will never burn out.
And the wheel, and the wheel goes
put your head in the sand
Or cry with your face in your hands
A shaping hand holding tight while spinning you round like a lump of clay.
A dizzy head
These bitches will kill ya
I can not play round
Hit from tha back
That bit got a K sound
Pull on ya block
Like zay wit 30 rounds
Just like flocka
He
Like ships in the night
We pass each other by
I blame it on the wrong time
I think I kinda like you
Little things that you do
Wanna give this
what's up
Yeah you know my haters mad they still sitting by the dump
Moving dirty going loud
I'm so different from the crowd
Lock n' load and smoke
Stopped by those stadium lights
Fall chill and a Scoreboard sky
Used to wear 88 back in the day
Someone else is wearing it tonight
And those parties
If the shorti issa round me i big flex
And my brothers in the trenches big flex
And my brothers in the trenches
I just bought a benz issa big flex
Running 'round the city, I've been
Running 'round the city, I've been
Running 'round the city, I've been
Running 'round the city, I've been
Running
Big dreams, big world, yea she got it cause she is a big girl
She do all the talking all you gotta do is sit
Don't be messing round, she can't stand
When I look you in your eyes
Catch you by surprise
The only type of love
Worth losing sleep at night
Round and round
Round we go
Tryna find love
All I
you
Ain't bang shit round me oh wait pull up party aye aye pop
Bottles on the estate aye aye riding round a dirty 45 put it
All by my waist aye aye aye
The world goes 'round
Spins 'round and 'round
The world goes 'round
Without a sound
The world goes 'round
Without any help from me
The world spins
around the city
cnd take my spirits with me
To pick the roses by the road while i metabolize
Round round get around i get around yeah
Get
I thought I could let you in, and trust again
I would never let you down, by always 'bein around
And there I go baring my soul, giving you things you
Round Trip (2008)
Long time comin' ain't it?
Full Circle (Statik Selektah)
('Round and 'round, 'round we go)
Round Trip, come
Showoff
Once
knuck, turn to DJ Unk, n**** walk em down
Talking to my favorite bitch
She know how my mind work
She know not pass me a soda without no lines in it
My mom
They know bout em
Mushing round this bitch
Windows black I can't see
Pushing round this bitch
Super fly Curtis Lee
Bells saved unk
So I call that nigga
the pics
Get a pound break it down like MC Hammer out this bitch
AK round sticking out shaped like a banana out this bitch
In the street playing with them
shit bout no money niggas die bouta bitch
Unk used to slap bricks now he wholesale cribs
I don't know who you know you can't know where I live
Walking
a camera for the pics
Get a pound break it down like MC Hammer out this bitch
AK round sticking out shaped like a banana out this bitch
In the street playing
Yeah
I been hanging round with demons lately
(I been hanging round with demons lately)
I been hanging round with demons lately
(I been hanging
as the minority with mass destruction behind us
No rest for the wicked round ere
Souls lost like the wicker man’s here
And I swear they got wicked man ear
Dem
I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down at the end, round by
by the hour
See the universal wheels
See the universal wheels
See the universal wheels
Go round n' round n' round
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