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Lyrics for Round And Round by METHOD MAN:
| | | Artist: | METHOD MAN |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Round And Round | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 89 | | | | Lyrics: | (Spoken:)
Remix, Jonell, Def Jam, Method Man
How high?
(Jonell)
Yea yea
All the game that you was spittin
You know that you was trippin
Never thought to see me dippin
But I had to keep missing
Tired of you stressing me
Why dont you let it be
Come around testin me
Fuckin with me mentally
Goodbye
Dont want to see your face no more
So long
Pack your bags want you out the door
Cause
Everytime that I play this rouggy
Time and time again
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain, its gonna rain, its gonna rain
(Method Man)
Shit there you go again
Flippin on us
One minute we the shit
The next minute you shittin on it
So whats the problem huh?
No wait, let me guess
Just give me some space
And some place to get a load off your chest
Or better yet
You dont get enough attention at home
And when Im gone I dont even think to pick up the phone
Im dead wrong
Now your fed up
Packin my stuff
Fuckin my head up
And I see it in your face right now
You wish Id shut up
(Chorus 2x, Jonell)
Really dont know what you came here for
Round and around we go
Consider your bags outside the door
Round and around we go
(Jonell)
If you dont understand where Im comin from
Then my heart is telling me youre not the one
All the games youre playin, now your lies
Youre not the one for me no more so baby bye-b'bye
Pack your bags and get the steppin
You gotta let it go you need to stop trippin
I hope you dont think Ima let you back in
Cause youse a fool
Chorus
(Jonell)
Dont waste your time
Fooled me once
But not a second time, time
Now its time for you to go away
I packed your bags nothing else for us to say
But.. Byeeee
(Method Man)
I was gutta when you met me
Gutta when you left me
Gutta when you came back
Face it, nothing can change that
Not romance or marriage counselin
You dropped the ball now Im bouncin
Find me a room burn up an ounce in
Waitin for my baby to call
Forgive it all
Or some break-up, some make-up shit
Givin me draws
I adore me amore
But everytime she choose to go to war
Im lookin at the front door
(Jonell)
Today I made up my mind
To get away
Every day, I sit and pray
Everyday, everyday
Toooday I made up my mind
To get away
Every day I sit and pray
Everyday, everday.
Chorus 4x w/ Ad-Libs
(Jonell, as song fades)
Inside out.
Back and forth. (round and around we go)
Round and round. (round and around we go) | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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