Blues - Kaybaehbk

Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round and be my- 'Round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round Show love to me Won't you come back round When there's no one left to blame I watched you leave You just turned away And the sunlight turned to rain So suddenly Your lips felt like a hurricane, yeah So don't fade away, yeah Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round and be my- 'Round Won't you hurry 'round (Yeah, yeah) Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round and be my- I watched our love fall apart (Fall apart) 'Cause you were the storm before the calm (Before the calm) I watched our love fall apart (Fall apart) 'Cause you were the storm You were the storm before the calm Come back 'round Come back 'round

She be calling my phone She be calling my phone Yeah yeah Oh no no no no no Know i get to get facing Kush in my blunt and my heart get to racin Scared of me why the fuck is you pacin My heart on my shoulders I kill you like Jason, Jason Now I'm pushing limit yeah I'm feeling spacious Sliding with Kel and I think that he Haitian Droppin no diss why the fuck is you hating Cartier glasses they sit on my faces She ask where I'm from i said the oasis Used to drop shit and now I'm feeling patient I don't condone shit but you steady waiting I said this shit was not free had to grind aint no mason But I ain't facing no no My heart racing no no Why you pacing? Kill you like Jason I'm feeling spacious, spacious Yeah he Haitian, yeah he Haitian Why you hating, why you hating On my faces, my face The oasis, oasis Aint no patience, I ain't waiting If I said you're my bro That means that i mean it I've been balling for sure Do this shit every season Get that bag through the week Stack it up on the weekend In that trackhawk we deep With them glocks and extensions Pulling up in that SRT Pulling up in that foreign You know you wanna fuck with me Your main nigga so boring And we got big racks on us Them hoes enormous An we got big straps try us you soaring And ever since i made it It's hard for you to face it i know That you hate it you know i created this show In this M6 I'm racing you think about taking gon blow And i came up I'm thanking God Yes you gon die about my dough My bro my bro yeah my bro my bro yeah Change up for dough no My bro my bro yeah We got bread we got it all My bro my bro yeah My bro my bro yeah Know i get to get facing Kush in my blunt and my heart get to racin Scared of me why the fuck is you pacin My heart on my shoulders I kill you like Jason, Jason Now I'm pushing limit yeah I'm feeling spacious Sliding with Kel and I think that he Haitian Droppin no diss why the fuck is you hating Cartier glasses they sit on my faces She ask where I'm from i said the oasis Used to drop shit and now I'm feeling patient I don't condone shit but you steady waiting I said this shit was not free had to grind aint no mason But I ain't facing no no My heart racing no no Why you pacing? Kill you like Jason I'm feeling spacious, spacious Yeah he Haitian, yeah he Haitian Why you hating, why you hating On my faces, my face The oasis, oasis Aint no patience, I ain't waiting I aint wait I ain't waiting

I'm not your dog I'm not your bro You want play games then you can go I pulled these racks out just to blow Got on designer head to toe Stay with my gang Cause they on go Made a hundred bands Without a show And I'm the one and yes you know Hear my V8 go up the road And I did that shit won't do it again Now I chase Benjamin's God forgive me for all my sins Riding round in that X6 I spent some racks on my necklace Now she want to sex this Just scratched his hoe off the checklist Now it's on to the next bitch And I ain't sipping no green Only red or the tris And I pulled up in that Beam With your hoe looking like a lick It's like 32 shots in my stick And I ain't going like a bitch And I did this shit on my own I ain't never ask for shit And this life shit be so crazy I'm up and now you hate me I'm getting racks on daily You know I'm the real shady Through my Cartier's see HD That little shit don't phase Cause I'm getting racks tomorrow I'm getting racks on yesterday I'm balling in the mall tho I spent them racks on your little bae And she just wants the star life She just wants the ice and glaze Had to hustle that hard life Now them racks coming in every way Push the button then push that key These little niggas ain't better than me And I'm so up i see the trees If you got chase get next to me If you got wells get next to me And if you gon' fold get away from me I'm not your dog I'm not your bro You want play games then you can go I pulled these racks out just to blow Got on designer head to toe Stay with my gang Cause they on go Made a hundred bands Without a show And I'm the one and yes you know Hear my V8 go up the road And I did that shit won't do it again Now I chase Benjamin's God forgive me for all my sins Riding round in that X6 I spent some racks on my necklace Now she want to sex this Just scratched his hoe off the checklist Now it's on to the next bitch And I ain't sipping no green Only red or the tris And I pulled up in that Beam With your hoe looking like a lick It's like 32 shots in my stick And I ain't going like a bitch And I did this shit on my own I ain't never ask for shit