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be the last round
One way ticket, through the wind-milled plain
I got a one way ticket through the sky, the snow, the sleet and rain
One way ticket

the car, like a jockey
Chains swinging round, I'm feeling cocky
Icey Zamboni, clean that shit like hockey
Get out my face, lil boy don't talk, please

a brat
You hang 'round my mind till the AM
Dreaming of us going different places
Love that we ain't going different paces
On the same page, making sure

Don't ever lose my cool especially round the opps
Driving down 6-1-2 my top is finna drop
Sipping on the brew eight ball all in my sock
I don't do that

running up the bank account
And I never thought id ever see you ‘round
Shoot my shot make it rain call me Steph and I downtown
Get out my way
Out my way
Out

couldn't even give a fuck
Now I'm runnin' round' in circles tryna' figure out where I went wrong
I can't tell you this in person so I write this song
Yea you

seen girl, oh
Spinning, spinning 'round
You losing your mind
You're like "gimme gimme more, gotta feel it more times"
More times
That's why you're

But I'm standin' in my place
Never tappin' out workin on my laps
Run laps round the track
I will last in this race
Made it out the mud from the trenches

many, how many more
Im a need more, than I can afford
Ai ai ai
If this isn't hell I'd might pay a visit now
Is it a curse or is this karma coming round
It

So you say you'll come round then you ignore my phone
And I'm spending another day on my own
I don't understand how you're so cold
(I don't

Now I've got to move on
I've been here too long
Now I've got to move on
Touched on down made my rounds
Same old groove and the same old sound alright

to shine on them different
Gotta ride on them different
Cause you never ever really know
Yea
Who was down for you
No
And who was round for you
No
Yea

their rounds
But when I talked about my dreams
They were nowhere to be found
Nice to know who you really are
Kept my ear to the ground, now I'm calling

that I would know that, my vision always clear cut
Run paces round these niggas and I call it all a warmup
Make orphans out these rappers, bitches call

In '06 we was ridden round
Ain't nobody had a license then
But we said fuck pretend
Sorry ma
Now we Camry bound
Blaring music with the windows down
In

experiment
As soon as you done we gone get it in
Cause I need rounds from you baby we can go all night
Don’t worry bout being loud
Cause that’s what I like

cerrada, no snitchin round here
You know the deal estoy con Tute haciendo magia
La cartera vacía y un gramo de hierba rancia
Close the mouth, por menos vi

you going
To smoke this gas
Why
Cause I love it
They wonder who I really is
And how I does it
A lot of hunnies round me
And I’m buzzing
I’m just living

a path
So I round down with my basic math
Workaholic? Got a case of that
Apostolic? Gotta face the fact
That yes I'm blessed, though I don't rest
I never

Cling to your friends
Keep them hanging 'round
Always stay connected
Show your love.
But they already know
I'm afraid of the dark
I can't shake this fear

how you feel true
But in my heart eyes just me and you
Travelling round the world
Backpacking, trainhopping to Timbuktu
But its a shame I cant find

want yuh fi stay round 
When me get back is a house me a pay dung pon
A di finest you a lay dung pon 
Inna she hole but me nuh gunman 
I’ll be innit like

I walk and I conquer worlds
You don't like me oh well
Always round weed and stuff
I can make a big spliff twirl
You might hear my name being said by

fame now she wanna brain me
All her friends amazed cus of who she came with
Nothing was the same when we changed
Now it’s me and TooTone riding round in