Lyrics:
now
And then don't turn around, dont turn around, dont turn around till I call you back
Memories of me
Take it on your way now
And then don't turn
being
What a long strange trip it’s been
Sometimes we drive by
We fly by
We never halt
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around
Yeah we turn
turn around and kiss me (turn around and kiss me [x4])
Oh...
[Verse 2:]
Ouu your getting finer by the minute better yet the second girl
Come back here
It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn
Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down
Til every DJ around, wanted to put me down
Rhymes
lonely boys
Endless rows of cattle grids – along the path selected entirely by your own device
Narrow in its own way - but wide in any other way
Left
Bonnie, Benny, Beau, Brooks
And Kevin
We were headed on down to our gig in the Bronx
We were countin' the minutes, checkin' our clocks
It'd be our big
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
Says shots asked you to tell you Im not playing!
When you fire back you let me know what chu saying
This gun busting its like an unspoken language
We
up
We turn, turn it up
Turn your back to the day that we drove
A hidden place by the sea that you loved
I feel it in my bones
We turn, turn it up
We
(Wake up in the morning, get my mind straight)
(Play the lil' Kid Pix)
(Probably nothing)
(I don't know, nothing else to do around here)
(Fuck it
everything new
We gotta hold on right now
Cuz' everything changed
There's no way we can turn around back in time
In Time
I got so close to losing my cool
It's
got a technique that'll
Give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more
Shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer,
to God about it
So I can tell Him about how I died about it
Hear Him tell me well done my faithful servant died about it
Come back when He come back just
talk shit shawty answer right back
(It's Cloud Brooks)
Baetona 500 I pull up like a race car
It ain't a secret you been up on my radar
Let's get it
around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
See it's up my back, it's around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
Let's scream, and let's shout
around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
See it's up my back, it's around my neck
Woo ha, got them all in check
Let's scream, and let's shout
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
(Pivot) Turn to the Left
(Pivot) Now, turn to the right
(Pivot) Now turn it around girl
(Good Gawd) That thang’s so tight
(Pivot) Turn to the Left
Turn it back around, turn it turn it back around
All my money's up, so I let the bodies down
Glock is on my side, so I kill em at the night
Sniches
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
for my crooks back in the BX, sex, collect wines
Italian designs, quicksilver
Come paint the canvas if needed but should it be not
Cause everything
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
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